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STANDARD RECITATIONS. CONTENTS OF No 20 

iilM«d2cent 8 tampetakan.' 



The Idyl of Battle Hollow 

lirct Harte 

How Tommy Went' to 
iiel Tom Ochiltfc. 
The Martyrs of Sandomir. 
M. Capel ... fi 

- Peak. Eugene 'Field, 7 
Alone. Hubert J. Kurd. 

tu.de Towards the 
Deity. Appleton ... 

I ©f the Crossing 

per * q 

Serjeant Jasper 'at' Fort 
Monltne. Louise Im 
Gtnney . . 10 

The Reveille ^ 

>ning of the Magdaien'. 

■ Pratt * n 

State's Evidence. Margaret 

Qdlsh 13 

Mother's .Slipper 

The Cradle Rocked. ')i s 

K<'ller '14 

The Old Class Room."!! 15 

the Dakota Blizzard. 



The Thank-Yon Prayer 37 

1 he True Pride of Ancestry 
webeter 00 

Endurance 

The OM Man and Jim.' James 
Ubitcomb Riley.. . 30 

Why Are We Here. C. G. 
Djiin 

Rural Occupations' Favorable 
to the Sentiments of Devo- 
tion. Buckminster. 31 
1 he Moonshiner's Daughter. 
M. B gg 

T, ^ e ES&' 8 1>r »y<?r. Mrs."jB. 
h. \\ dhamson.. . . 34 

now He Got Rich ""34 

The Midnight Tryst. Mary 

E. Bryan J ** 

The F.uir-Leaved Clover. A 
•ration Day Remini- 
scence 3» 

What is Religion ?'* Bishop 
Hi'l.cr % 



All Light There. 



Mrs. M. L. 



38 



Th"'B.by&thi Soldier " !2 to ,H' e ,»r^«^ «£** 



Wolfe Tone aboard 

My Oid\ ag . M. Quad .. 21 
.Nobody Knows but Father. 
H. C. Dodge ... 33 

Drunk in the Street ... 11 i t?,.„° C t? „flP air - Thomas 



.Elevating the Female Char- 
ier 49 

n" ld ?« Ketam * Robert 
Hums Wilson .... 41 

The Rose. Mrs. Sigourney'.' '43 
Heath 48 



-. Street 24 

Posthumous Influeuce of the 

Wise and Good. Norton . 24 
" Me and Bob and Jim." Ada 

Stewart Shelton 2!5 

The Angelus .... gg 

A Regular Bad 'Un'.**Fredl 

enck Langbridge 26 



Dunn English 44 

Vita Nova 

Description of a Death Scene. 

Miss Franc i 8 45 

St. Brigid . ... 
" To Many of We.' : ' " .** * * " '47 
Decoration Day Minnie 
Irving 4g 



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THE DIME 



HAIL COLUMBIA SPEAKER 



CONTAINING THK 



GREAT UTTERANCES OF CUB GREAT ORATORS, 



POETS, STATESMEN AND DIVINES, 



AMERICAN PATRIOTISM, LIBERTY AND DNIOJl, 



BDITin) BY DR LOUIS LEGRAND. 



Copyright, 1898, by James Sullivan. 



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(James Sullivan, Proprietor), 
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CONTENTS 



Ctelrmbia, Timothy Durtght. - t 

Washington, Daniel Webster, 

Appeal for Liberty, Judge Story, - 

F&e American Hero, Nathaniel Niles, 

Jlesistance to Oppression, - - Patrick Henty, • - 14 

Patriotism, ----... Fisher Ames, . • 16 

The Green Mountain Boys, - • W. C Bryant, « 17 

The Eloquence of James Otis, ... 18 

Washington, Eliza Cook, - -30 

America Must be Free, Samuel Adams, - 21 

Freedom the Only Hope, The same, • 23 

The Day of Disinthrallment, ... The same, 34 

No Alternative but Liberty, .... The same, • 26 

Carmen Bfllicosum, - - - - - - Anon, 27 

The Sword of Bunker Hill, .... Wm. Boss Wallace, - 39 

The Fourth of July, John Pierpont, - - SO 

Warren's Address, Pierpont, - 3i 

A Call to Liberty, - - - • - - Warren, - - - 82 

Good Faith, Fisher Ames, - - 33 

Revolutionary Soldiers, .... David Humphreys, • 84 

Our Responsibility, James Madison, - - 34 

British Barbarity, Wm. Livingston, - 35 

How Freedom is Won, - • - - - Edward Everett, - - 37 

Adams and Liberty, .... Robt. Treat Payne, - 38 

Our Duties, - Daniel Webster, - - 40 

Our Destiny, H. W. Hilliard, - 42 

The American Flag, Jos. Rodman Drake, - 4 -i 

'Che True Flag, - Edmund Randolph, 44 

American Independence, A. B. Street, - - 45 

t\ ashington and Franklin, .... John Quincy A dams, 

8'ok or Swim, Webster, ... 4 

Tue Buff and Bine, William Collins, - 5* 

The Union, Alexander Hamilton, 52 

The Martyr Spy, Worcester Spy, - 53 

Lexington, • Dr. O. Wendell Holmes, 55 

Our Only Hope, James Madison, - - 57 

The Declaration of Independence, - - - John Quincy Adams, 58 

The Liberty Bell, Wm. Ross Wallace, - 60 

Washington's True Attribatcs, ... Robt. C. Winthrop f • 61 

WftatWeAre, - Robt. Rcmtoul, . . 61 

Our Qr*»at Treat, Rv/us CkoaU^ - - « 



fill CONTENT* 

IM 

Qod Bless Oar Burs, - ... Benjamin F. Taylor. - (V 

Looking Backward, John Quincy Adams, 

Marlon and Hit Men, T. C. Harbaugh, - 

Uberty and Union, Webster, - 

A Noble Piea, Pitt, 

The Original Yankee Doodle at the Camp, .... 

Wolfe's Address to HU Army, ... ... 

lS\ntching for Montgomery, - - - • T. C. Harbaugh, 

"lie National Ensign, Rev. A. P. Putnam, 

od Save the Union, Oeo. D. Prentice, 

or Natal Day, ....... Daniel Webster, • 

/he Twenty-second of February - • 1 he same, ■ 

New England's Dead, Isaac MclAllan, Jr 

Repeal 1 Repeal I Lord Chatham,- 

The True Heroes, Gtioate, - 

Old Ironsides. O. W. Holmes, - 

Oar Gifts to History, O. C Vtrplanek, - 

"U»cle Sam's a Hnndr**," 



Oasumaul Orailoa, Benry ArmtU Brmsn, 91 



THE DIME 

HAIL COLUMBIA SPEAKER 



COLUMBIA. — Timothy Dwight. h 

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise; 

The queen of the world and the child of the skie»; 

Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, 

While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. 

Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time, 

Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime; 

Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name, 

Be freedom, and science, and virtue, thy fame, 

To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire; 
Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire; 
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend, 
And triumph pursue them, and glory attend. 
A world is thy realm; for a world be thy laws, 
Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause; • 
On freedom's broad basis thy empire shall rise, 
Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies. 

Fair science her gates to thy sons shall unbar, 

And the east see thy morn hide the beams of he** at*?; 

New bards, and new sages, unrivaled shall soar 

To fame unextinguished, when time is no more: 

To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed, 

Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind: 

Here, grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring 

Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring. 

•Timothy T»wight, one of the few poets of the Revolutionary era, (bom 
*TB2, died 1817), wasfe Congregational minister and an army chaplain, dar- 
ing the war. He was afterward President of Yale College, whose fortuneg 
were almost ruined by the war, but under his energetic management th# 
fctftt and noble institution of learning recovered its fame and prosperity 



THE DIME CHTTTKIfTnAL SPEAKMfc. 

Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend. 
And genius and beauty in harmony blend; 
The graces of lorm shall awake pure desire, 
And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire: 
Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined, 
And virtue's bright image, instamped on the mind, 
With peace, and soft rapture, shall teach life to glow,. 
And light up a smile in the aspect of woe. 

Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, 
The nations admire, and the ocean obey; 
Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold, 
And the cast and the south yield their spices and gold 
As the day-spring unbounded, thy splendor shall flow, 
And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow, 
While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled, 
Hush the tumult of war, and give peace to the world. 

Thus, as down a lone valley with cedars o'crspread, 
From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed; 
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired; 
The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired; 
Perfumes, as of Eden, flowed sweetly along, 
And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung, 
' Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, 
The queen of the world, and the child of the skier* 



VYASUINGTON .*— Daniel Webster. 

Washington! Methinks I see nis venerable form now 
fcc/ore me. lie is dignified and grave; but concern and 
wrlety seem to soften the lineaments of his countenance, 
T\,t government over which he presides is yet in the crisis 
of experiment. Not free from troubles at home, he sees 
the world in commotion and arms all around him. He sees 
that imposing foreign powers are half disposed to try thf 
strength of the recently established American government. 
Mighty thoughts, mingled with fears as well as with hoDes, 

•Pronounced July 4th 1361, on the occasion of laying the cornerttoro •* 

the ucw wmg to the National Capuui. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAXEB. \\ 

are stiuggJing within him. He heads a short procession 
over these then naked fields; he crosses yonder stream on a 
fallen tree; he ascends to the top of this eminence, whose 
original oaks of the forest stand as thick around him as if 
the spot had been devoted to Druidical worship, and here 
he performs the appointed duty of the day. 

And now, if this vision were a reality — if Waslr'ngtos 
ctually were now amongst us — and if he could dra^ 
round him the shades of the great public men of his qui 
days, patriots and warriors, orators and statesmen, and were 
to address us in their presence, would he not say U us. 
41 Ye men of this generation, I rejoice and thank God foi 
being able to see that our labors, and toils, and sacrifices, 
were not in vain. You are prosperous, you are happy, you 
are grateful. The fire of liberty burns brightly and steadily 
in your hearts, while duty and the law restrain it from burst- 
ing forth in wild and destructive conflagration. Cherish 
liberty, as you love it; cherish its securities, as you wish to 
preserve it. Maintain the Constitution which we labored so 
painfully to establish, and which has been to you such a 
source of inestimable blessings. Preserve the Union of the 
States, cemented as it was by our prayers, our tears and our 
blood. Be true to God, to your country, and to your duty. 
Bo shall the whole Eastern world follow the morning sun, 
to contemplate you as a nation ; so shall all generations honor 
you, as they honor us; and so shall that Almighty Power 
which so graciously protected us, and which now protects 
you, shower its everlasting blessings upon you and your 
posterity!" 

Great father of youi country! we heed your words; we 
«el their force, as if you now uttered them with lips ot 
lesh and blood. Your example teaches us, your affectionate 
addresses teach us, your public life teaches us, your sens*, 
of the value of the blessings of the Union. Those bless- 
ings our fathers have tasted, and we have tasted, and still 
taste. Nor do we intend that those who come after us shall 
be denied the same high function. Our honor, as well as 
our happiness, is concerned. We cannot, we dare not, we 
will not, betray our sacred trust. We will not filch from 
posterity the treasure placed in our hands to be transmitter" 



It THE DIME CENTENNIAL 

to other generations. The bow that gilds the clouds in th« 
heavens, the pillars that uphold the firmament, may disap- 
pear and fall away in the hour appointed by the will of God; 
but, until that day comes, or so long as our lives may last, 
no ruthless hand shall undermine that bright arch of Union 
tnd Liberty which spans the continent from Washington to 
'"-alifornia! • 

APPBAL FOR LIBERTY.— Judge Story. 

I call upon you, fathers, by the shades of your ancestors, 
by the dear ashes which repose in this precious soil, by all you 
are, and all vcu hope to be; resist every object of disunion, 
resist every encroachment upon your liberties, resist every at- 
tempt to fetter your consciences, or smother your public 
schools, or extinguish your system of instruction. 

I call upon you, mothers, by that which never fails in 
woman, the love of your offspring; teach them, as they climb 
your knees, or lean on your bosoms, the blessings of liberty. 
Swear them at the altar, as with their baptismal vows, to be 
true to their country, and never to forget or forsake her. 

I call upon you, young men, to remember whose sons you 
are; whose inheritance you possess. Life can never be too 
6hort, which brings nothing but disgrace and oppression. 
Death never comes too soon, if necessary in defense of the 
liberties of your country. 

I call upon you, old men, for .your counsel, and your 
prayers, and your benedictions. May not your gray hairs go 
down in sorrow to the grave, with the recollection that you 
have lived in vain. May not your last sun sink in the west 
upon a nation of slaves. 

"No, I read in the destiny of my country far better hopes 
tar brighter visions. We, who are now assembled here 
ixust soon be gathered to the congregation of other day9. 
The time of our departure is at hand, to make way for our 
children upon the theater of life. May God speed them and 
theirs. May he, who at the distance of another century shall 
stand here to celebrate this day, still look round upon a free, 
happy, and virtuous people. May he have reason to exult 
as we do. May he, with all the enthusiasm of truth as woL 
as of poetry, exclaim, that here is still his country. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKEB. IS 

THE AMERICAN HERO.*— Nathaniel Niles. 
Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of 
Death and Destruction in the field of battle, 
Where blood and carnage clothe the ground in crimsos 

Sounding with death -groans? 
Death will invade us by the means appointed, 
And we must all bow to the king of terrors; 
Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared. 

What shape he comes in. 
Infinite Goodness teaches us submission, 
Bids us be quiet under all His dealings, 
Never repining, but forever praismg 

God our Creator. 
Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Master 
I will commit all that I have or wish for; 
Sweetly as babes sleep will I give my life up, 

When called to yield it. 

Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in smoky pillars, 
Bursting from bomb-shell, roaring from the cannon^ 
Rattling in grape-shot like a storm of hailstones, 

Torturing either! 
While hostile hearts quick palpitate for havoc, 
Let slip your bloodhounds — ay, your British liona — 
As Death undaunted, nimble as the whirlwind, 

Frightful as demons! 
Let ocean waft on all your floating castles, 
Fraught with destruction horrible in nature; 
Then, with your sails filled by a storm of vengeaaoa 

Bear down to battle. 
From the dire caverns made by ghostly miners, 
Let the explosion, dreadful as volcanoes, 
Heave the broad town, with all its wealth and people 

Quick to destruction. 
Still shall the banner of the King of Heaven 
Never advance where I'm afraid to follow ! 
While that precedes me, with an open bosom, 

War, I defy thee! 

* TritWn at No'vich, Conn., Octobaj, M78. 



14 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 

RESISTANCE TO OPPRESSION.*— Patrick Henry. 

Mr. President — It is natural for man to indulge In the 
illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against • 
painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she 
transforms uw into beasts, fe this the part of wise men 
engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are 
** disposed tj be of the number of those, who, having eyes, 
to not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so 
**arly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, 
*natevei anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know 
.1 e whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it. 

1 have but one lamp, by which my feet are guided; and 
that is the lamp of experience. 1 know of no way of judg- 
ing of the future but by the past. And judging by the 
past, 1 wish to know what there is in the conduct of the 
Biitish ministry, for the last ten years, to justify those hopes 
with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace them- 
selves and the House? Is it that insidious smile, with 
which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, 
sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not your- 
to be betrayed with a kiss. 

Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our peti- 
tion comports with those warlike preparations which cover 
our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies 
ssary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we 
shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force 
must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive 
ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subju- 
gation; the last arguments to which kings resort. 

I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if 

1i pu.^ose be not to force us to submission? Can gentle 

txen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Grea 

Tatrick Henry (1> rn 1736 — died 1799) was a natural born orator This 
now world renowned speech was dclircred in the Virginia Conven- 
ticn. March 23d, 1775. Resolutions bad been introduced 03- those who 
would temporzie with Great Britain in her aggressions, when Henry- 
then almost unknown — introduced others providing tlnit the Colony 
I e put in an immediate state of defense, and made this magnificent 
speech in support of his resolutions. V hen the speech was finished, 
Wirt tells us, "No murmur of applause was heard. The effect was 
too deep. After the trance of a moment, several numbers started 
fro» their seats. The cry to arms! seemed to quiver on every lip, and 
gl^w from every eye. They became impatient of speech. Their souU 
w?r» on fire for action." *>ucb is tho power of true oratory. 



TBJC DIME O&fttKttttlAL StfcAXEfc. 1ft 

Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the woild, to call for 
all this accumulation 'of navies and armies? 'bio, sir, sh€ 
hag none. They are meant for us: they can be meant foi 
bo other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon ua 
those chains, which the British ministry have been so long 
forging. And what have we to oppose them? Shall we 
try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the 'a* 
en years. Have we any thing new to offer jpon the bxi\ 
■ect? Nothing. We have held the subject up in ever} 
light of which it is capable; but it has been all in \ain 

Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication! 
What terms shall we find, which have not been already ex- 
hausted? Let us not, 1 beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves 
longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done, 
to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have peti- 
tioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we 
have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have im- 
plored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the 
ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; 
our remonstrances have produced additional violence and 
insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have 
been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! 

In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope 
of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room 
for hope. If w T e wish to be free — if we mean to preserve 
inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have 
been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon 
the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, 
%nd which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, un- 
31 the glorious >bject of our contest shall be obtained — W4 
mist fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal U 
*rms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us. 

They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope "witi 
60 formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger} 
Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be wheis 
we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be 
Stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by ir- 
resolution and inaction? Shall we acquire' the means oi 
effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our b^cks, and hug- 
giBf the delusive phantom of hope, until oui ejuemies stalj 



16 THE DIME CENTENNIAL RPEAXEH. 

have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if w« 
make a proper use of those means which the God of nature 
hash placed in our power. 

Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of lib- 
erty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are 
invincible by any force which our enemy can send against 
us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. Their 
b a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; anQ 
*ho will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. TU 
<-attle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, 
tL.e active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. 
If we were base enough to desire it, it is new too late to re- 
tire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submis- 
sion and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking 
may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevita- 
ble — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. 

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen 
may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is 
actually begun! The next gale, that sweeps from the north, 
will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our 
brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? 
What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? 
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the 
price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! 
I know not /vhat course others may take; but as for me. 
give me liberty, or give me death! 



PATRIOTISM.— Fisher Ames. 

" The pandering manner, whose eye explores 
T>.e wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, 
Views not a realm so beautiful and fair, 
Sot breathes the fragrance of b purer air ; 
In every clime, the magnet of h's soul, 
Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole."— Montooxxxt. 

Yhat is patriotism? Is it a narrow affection for the spoi 
wiwjre a man was born? Are the very clods where we tread 
entiiled to this ardent preference because they are greener? 
No. this is not the character of the virtue; it soar* higher 



TEB DIMS! CEKTONNIAL SPfiAlCEB. If 

lh>r its object. It is an extended self-love, mingling with all 
the enjoyments of life, and twisting itself with the minutest 
filaments of the heart. It is thus we obey the laws of society, 
because they* are the laws of virtue. In their authority we 
ice, not the array of force and terror, but the venerable im* 
age of our country's honor. Every good citizen makes that 
honor his own, and cherishes it not only as precious but h? 
sacred. 

He is willing to risk his life in its defense, and is col 
scious that he gains protection while he gives it. For what 
rights of a citizen will be deemed inviolable, when a State re- 
nounces the principles that constitute their security? Or, if 
his life should not be invaded, what would its enjoyments be 
in a country odious in the eyes of strangers, and dishonored 
in his own? Could he look with affection and veneration to 
6uch a country as his parent? The sense of having one would 
die within him; he would blush for his patriotism, if he re- 
tained any, and justly, for it would be a vice. He would be 
ft banished man in his native land. 



THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS — W. C. Bryant 

Here halt we our march, and pitch our tent, 

On the rugged forest ground, 
And light our fire with the branches rent 

By the winds from the' beeches round. 
While storms have torn this ancient wood. 

But a wilder is at hand, 
"With hail of iron and rain of blood, 

To sweep and scathe the land. 

Hew the dark waste rings with voices shrill. 

That startle the sleeping bird! 
To-morrow eve must the voice be still, 

And the step must fall unheard. 
The Briton lies by the blue Champlain, 

In TicOnderoga's towers; 
And ere the sun rise twice again, 

The towers and the lake are oiyvt 



18 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

Fill up the bo vd from the brook that glidei 

Where the tire-flies liffht the brake: 
A ruddier juice the Briton hides 

In his fortress by the lake. 
Build high the fire, till the panther leap 

From his lofty perch in fright; 
And we'll strengthen our weary arms with sleeps 

For the deeds of to-morrow night. 



THE ELOQUENCE OF JAMES OTIS * 

England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with 
bulrushes as to fetter the step of freedom, more proud and 
firm in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequest- 
ered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnifi- 
cent mountains of Switzerland. Arbitrary principles, like 
those against which we now contend, have cost one king of En- 
gland his life — another his crown — and they may yet cost f 
third his most flourishing colonies. 

We are two millions — one-fifth fighting men. We are 
bold and vigorous, and we call no man master. To the nation 
from whom we are proud to derive our origin, we were ever, 
and we ever will be, ready to yield unforced assistance; but 
It must not, and it never can be extorted. 

Some have sneeringly asked, " Are the Americans too pool 
cO pay a few pounds on stamped paper?" No! America. 
thanks to God and herself, is rich. But the right to take ten 
pounds, implies the right to take a thousand; and what must 
ic Hie wealth, that avarice, aided by power, can not exLamtf 
True, the specter is now small; but the shadow he casts ba 
,.ore him is huge enough to darken all this fair land Others, 
in sentimental style, talk of the immense debt of gratitude 
which we owe to England. And what is the amount of thi? 
debt? Why, truly, it is the same that the young Jion owes 
to the dam, which has brought it forth on the solitude o\ 

•This is recast by Mrs. Lydia Maria Child, ^bo, taking the sent! 
Bleats of the great patriot, puts them is his mouth as his tuppoae4 
■fNtfcj 



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the mountain, or left it amid the winds and storms of the 
desert 

We plunged into the wave, with the great charter of free- 
dorr in our teeth, because the fagot and torch were behind 
•16 Ws have waked this new world from its savage lethargy; 
fjre^ts have been prostrated in our path; towns and cities 
tave grown up suddenly as the flowers of tLe tropics, a no* 
He fires in our autumnal woods are scarcely more rapid that 
!he increase of our wealth and population. And do we owe 
all this to the kind succor of the mother country? No! we 
owe it to tl e tyranny that drove us from her — to the pelting 
storms which invigorated our helpless infancy. 

But perhaps others will say, " We ask no money from your 
gratitude — we only demand that you should pay your own 
expenses." And who, I pray, is to judge of their necessity? 
Why, the king — (and with all due reverence to his sacred 
majesty, he understands the real wants of his distant subjects 
as little as he does the language of the Choctaws.) Who is 
to judge concerning the frequency of these demands? The 
ministry. Who is to judge whether the money is properly 
expended? The cabinet behind the throne. In every in- 
stance those who take are to judge for those who pay. If 
this system is suffered to go into operation, we shall have 
reason to esteem it a great privilege that rain and dew do not 
depend upon parliament; otherwise they would soon be taxed 
and dried. 

But, thanks to God, there is freedom enough left upon earth 
to resist such monstrous injustice. The flame of liberty is 
extinguished in Greece and Rome, but the light of its glowing 
ambers is still bright and strong on the shores of America 
Actuated by its sacred influence, we will resist unto deatl 
But we will not countenance anarchy and misrule. Th 
Wrongs that a desperate community have heaped upon then 
enemies, shall be amply and speedily repaired. Still, it may 
be well for some proud men to remember, that a fire is 
lighted in these colonies, which one breath of their king may 
kindle into such fury, that the blood of all Es^f^d can not 
extinguish it 



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prayers, and a heart like the nether millstone. We ha Ye thifl 
day restored the Sovereign to whom alone men ought to bf 
obedient. He reigns in heaven, and with propitious eye be 
holds His subjects assuming that freedom of thought and dig 
nity of self -direction which He bestowed upon them. From 
the rising to the setting sun, may His kingdom come! 

Political right and public happiness, my countrymen, arc 
Afferent words for the same idea. Those who wander ; nt 
aactaphysical labyrinths, or have recourse to original contr^U 
•e determine the rights of men, either impose on therneeW* 
or mean to delude others. Public utility is the only ce; ts V 
criterion. 

Ye darkeners of counsel, who would make th* proper*"*, 
lives, and religion, of millions depend on the evasive :u',erpre- 
tations of musty parchments — who would send «« to anti- 
quated charters of uncertain and contradictory meaning, to 
prove that the present generation are not bound to be victims 
to cruel and unforgiving despotism — tell us whether our pious 
and generous ancestors bequeathed to us the miserable privi- 
.ege of having the rewards of our honest industry, the fruits 
of those fields which they purchased and bled for, wrested 
from us at the will of men over whom we have no check? 
Did they contract for us, that, with folded arms, we should 
expect from brutal and inflamed invaders that justice and 
mercy which had been denied to our supplications at the foot 
of the throne? Were we to hear with indifference our charac- 
ter as a people ridiculed? Did they promise for us that our 
meekness and patience should be insulted, that our coasts 
should be harassed, our towns demolished and plundered, 
our wives and offspring exposed to destitution, hunger, and 
leath, without our feeling the resentment of men — withoi-» 
)ji exerting those powers of self-preservation which Go 
las given us? 

No ma* had once a greater veneration for Englishmen 
than I entertained. They were dear to me as branches of 
the same parental trunk, as partakers of the same religion 
and laws. I still view with respect the remains of the 
British constitution, even as I would a lifeless body which 
had once been animated by a great and heroic souL But 
when I am roused by toe die of anna, when X behold 



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of foreign assassins, paid by Englishmen to imbrue theft 
hands in our blood, when I tread over the uncoffined bones 
of my countrymen, neighbors and frieuds — when I see the 
locks of a venerable father torn by savage hands, and a 
feeble mother clasping her infants to her bosom, and on her 
knees imploring their lives from her own slaves whom Eng- 
lishmen have lured to treachery and murder — when I behold 
my country, once the seat of industry, peace and plenty, 
changed by Englishmen to a theater of blood and misery — • 
Heaven forgive me if I can not root out those passions which 
it has implanted in my bosom! Heaven forgive me if, with 
too resentful and impetuous a scorn, I detest submission to a 
people who have either ceased to be human, or have not 
virtue enough to feel their own servitude and abasement! 



FREEDOM THE ONLY HOPE.— The same. 

We are now on this continent, to the astonishment of the 
world, three millions of souls, united in one common cause. 
We have large armies, well disciplined and appointed, with 
commanders inferior to none in military skill, and superior 
to most in activity and zeal. We are furnished with arsenals 
and stores beyond our most sanguine expectations, and 
foreign nations are waiting to crown our success by their 
alliances. These are instances of an almost astonishing 
Providence in our favor. Our success has staggered our 
enemies, and almost given faith to infidels; so that we may 
truly say, it is not our own arm which has saved us. 

The hand of Heaven appears to have led us on to be per- 
haps humble instruments and means in the great providential 
dispensation which is completing. We have fled from the 
political Sodom. Let us not look back, lest we perish, and 
become a monument of infamy and derision to the world. 
For can we ever expect more unanimity, and a better prepa- 
ration for defense; more infatuation of counsel among our 
enemies, and more valor and zeal among ourselves? The 
same force and resistance which are sufficient to procure us 
our liberties will secure us a glorious independence — -will 
Support us iu the dignity oifree, imperial States / 

My countrymen, from the day on which an accommoda- 



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tion '*kes place between England and America, on any othet 
termr tha?i as Independent States, I shall date the ruin of this 
country. A politic minister will study* to lull us into se- 
curity by granting us the full extent of our petitions. The 
warm sunshine of influence would melt down the virtue 
wirch the violence of the storm rendered more firm and un- 
yielding. In a state of tranquillity, wealth, and luxury, oui 
lescendants would forget the arts of war, and the nobl 
ictivity and zeal which made their ancestors invincible 
When the spirit of liberty, which now animates our hearta 
*nd gives success to our arms, is extinct, our numbers will 
but accelerate our ruin, and render us the easier victims to 
tyranny. 

Ye abandoned minions of an infatuated ministry — if per- 
adventure any should remain among us! — remember that a 
Warren and Montgomery are numbered among the dead I 
Contemplate the mangled bodies of your countrymen, and 
then say what should be the reward of such sacrifices! Bid 
us and our posterity bow the knee, supplicate the friendship, 
and plow and sow and reap to glut the avariee, of the men 
who have let loose on us the dogs of war, to riot in our 
blood, and hunt us from the face of the earth! If ye love 
wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude better 
than the animating contest of freedom — go from us in peace 
— we ask not your counsels or your arms — crouch down and 
lick the hands which feed you! May your chains set light 
upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our coun- 
trymen ! 

THE DAY OF DISINTHRALLMENT.— Ihe same. 

This day we are called on to give a glorious example of 
wh&t the wisest and best of men were rejoiced to view only 
In speculation. This day presents the world with the most 
august spectacle that its annals ever unfolded: Millions of 
freemen deliberately and voluntarily forming themselves into 
a society for their common defense and common happiness! 
Immortal spirits of Hampden, Locke, and Sydney! Will 
it not add to your benevolent joys to behold your posterity 
rising to the dignity of men and evincing to the world tin 



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ftott^ and expediency of your systems, and in the actual en- 
joyment of that equal liberty which you were happy when 
On earth in delineating and recommending to mankind. 

Other nations have received their laws from conquerors — 
some are indebted for a constitution io the sufferings of 
their ancestors through revolving centuries: the people of 
this country alone have formally and deliberately chosen a 
government for themselves, and with open and uninfluenced 
consent bound themselves into a social compact. Here na 
man proclaims his birth or wealth as a title to honorable 
distinction, or to sanctify ignorance and vice with the name 
of hereditary authority. He who has most zeal and ability 
to promote the public felicity, let him be the servant of the 
public! 

And, brethren and fellow-countrymen, if it was eve? 
granted to mortals to trace the designs of Providence, and inter- 
pret its manifestations in favor of their cause, we may, with 
humility of soul, cry out, Not unto us, not unto us, but to 
thy name be the praise! The confusion of the devices of 
our eaemies, and the rage of the elements against them, have 
done almost as much toward our success as either our coun- 
sels or our arms. 

The time at which this attempt on our liberties was made 
— when we were ripened into maturity, had acquired a 
knowledge of war, and were free from the incursions of in- 
testine enemies — the gradual advances of our oppressors, 
enabling us to prepare for our defense — the unusual fer- 
tility of our lands, the clemency of the seasons, the success 
which at first attended our feeble arms, producing unanimity 
imong our friends, and reducing our internal foes to ac« 
quiescence — these are all strong and palpable marks and as- 
iu ranees that Providence is yet gracious unto Zion, that i$ 
will turn away the captivity of Jacob! 

Driven from every other corner of the earth, freedom of 
thought and the right of private judgment in matters of con 
ecience direct their course to this happy country as their 
last asylum. Let us cherish the noble guests! Let us shel- 
ter them under the wings of universal toleration ! Be thia 
Ihe seat of unbounded religious freedom! She will bring 
with her, in her trnin, fndnctrv. Wi *dom, and Commerce, 



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Thus, by the beneficence of Providence, shall we behoM ^i 
empire arising, founded on justice and the voluntary consent 
of the people, and giving full scope to the exercise of those 
faculties and rights which most ennoble our species. 



NO ALTERNATIVE BUT LIBERTY.— Tlie same. 

If there is any man so base or so weak as to prefei a de 
pendence on Great Britain to the dignity and happiness oi 
living a member of a free and independent nation, let me tell 
him that necessity now demands what the generous principlei 
of patriotism should have dictated. 

We have now no other alternative than independence ot 
the most galling servitude. The legions of our enemies 
thicken on our plains. Desolation and death mark their 
bloody career; whilst the mangled corses of our countrymen 
seem to cry out, as a voice from Heaven — " Will you permit 
our posterity to groan under the chains of the murderer? 
Has our blood been expended in vain?" 

Countrymen! the men who now invite you to surrender 
your rights into their hands are the men who let loose the 
merciless savages to riot in the blood of their brethren; who 
conveyed into your cities a merciless soldiery, to compel you 
to submission by insult and murder; who taught treachery 
to your slaves, and courted them to assassinate your wives 
and children; who called your patience cowardice, your piety 
hypocrisy ! These are the men to whom we are exhorted to 
sacrifice the blessings which Providence holds out to us — 
the happiness, the dignity, of uncontrolled freedom and in 
dependence. 

Let not your generous indignation be directed against s»uj 
mong us who may advise so absurd and maddening a nieas 
tire. Their number is few and daily decreasing; and the 
spirit which can render them patient of slavery will render 
them contemptible enemies.. Our union is now complete; 
our constitution composed, established, and approved. You 
have in the field armies sufficient to repel the whole force 
of your enemies, and their base and mercenary auxiliaries. 
The hearts of your soldiers beat high with the spirit of free- 
dom. They ere animated with th* justice of their cauae; 



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ind, whilt iiey grasp their swords, they can look up to 
Heaven foi .assistance. 

Youi adv irsaries are composed of wretches who laugh at 
the rights ol humanity, who turn religion into derision, and 
who would, for higher wages, direct their swords against 
their leaders >r against their country. Go on, then, in youi 
feoerous ente. prise, with gratitude to Heaven for past suo 
*wss, and con.idence of it in the future! For my own part 
I ask no greater blessing than to share with you the common 
fianger and the common glory. If I have a wish dearer to 
my soul than that my ashes may be mingled with those of a 
Warren and Montgomery, it is — That these Americas 
States mat never cease to be free and independent! 



CARMEN BELLICOSUM.— Anon. 

In their ragged regimentals, 
Stood the old Continentals, 

Yielding not, 
When the grenadiers were lunging, 
And like hail fell the plunging 
Cannon shot. 
When the piles 
Of the isles, 
From the smoky nig tit encampment, bore the banner of the 
rampant 

Unicorn, 
Asd grummer, grumjier, grummer rolled the ro\L ef tfat 
drummer 

Through the morn. 

Then with eyes to the front al, 
And with guns horizontal, 

Stood our sires. 
And the balls whistled deadly, 
And in streams flashing redly, 

Blazed the fires; 

As the roar 

Ob the skem 



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tfwept the strong ba' ^e breakers o'er the green sodden acrei 

Of the plain. 
And loudei, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder, 

Cracking amain I 

Now like smiths at their forgee 
Worked the red St. George's 
; Cannoniers. 

And the "villainous saltpeter n 
, Rung a fierce discordant meter 

Round their ears. 
As the swift 
Storm-drift 
With hot sweeping anger, came the Herse-G-za/ia clengoi 

On our flanks. 
Then higher, higher, higher blazed the old-fashioned fire, 
Through our ranks. 

Then the old fashioned colonel 
Galloped through the white infernal 

Powder cloud, 
And his broadsword was swinging 
And his brazen throat was ringing 
Trumpet loud. 
Then the blue 
Bullets flew, 
And the trooper- jackets redden at the touch of the leaden 

Rifle breath. 
Rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder 
Hurling death. 



"Waken, voice of the Land's Devotion! 
Spirit of freedom, awaken all! 
Ring, ye shores, to the Song of Ocean, 

Rivers, answer, and mountains, c&U! 

The Golden day has come; 

Let every tongue be dumb ; 
That sounded its malice, or murmured \U fears 

She halh won her story; 

She wears her glory; 
We crown her the Land of a Hundred Years. —Tagbr. 



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THE &*ORD OF BUNKER HILL.— Wm. Bou WaUae* 

He lay upon his dying bed, 

His eyes were growing dim, 
When with a feeble voice he called 

His weeping son to him: 
" Weep not, my boy," the 7et'ran said, 

" 1 bow to heaven's high will, 
But quickly from yon antlers bring 

The sword of Bunker Hill." 



The sword was brought, the soldier's ey» 

Lit with a sudden flame, 
And as he grasped the ancient blade, 

He murmured Warren's name; 
Then said, " My boy, I leave you gold, 

But what is better still, 
I leave you — mark me, mark me now — 

The sword of Bunker Hill. 



41 Twas on that dread, immortal day, 

I dared the Briton's band; 
A captain raised his blade on me, 

I tore it from his hand: 
And while the glorious battle raged, 

It lightened freedom's will — 
For, boy, the God of freedom blessed 

The sword of Banker Hill. 



** Oh, keep the sword!" — his accent broke— 

A smile and he was dead; 
But his wrinkled hand still grasped the bi&dSj 

Upon that dying bed. 
The son remains; the sword remains; 

Its glory growing still — 
And ^ifty Mri/r.TONs bl ess the sire, 

And sword of Bunker Tliil. 



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THE FOURTH OF JULY. —John PurpouL 

Day of glory! welcome day! 
Freedom's banners greet thy ray; 
See! how cheerfully they play 

With thy morning breeze, 
On the rocks where pilgrims kneeled, 
On the hights where squadrons wheeled 
When a tyrant's thunder peaied 

O'er the trembling seas. 



Ood of armies! did thy " stars 
In their courses " smite his cars, 
Blast his arm, and wrest his ban 

From the heaving tide? 
On our standard, lo! they burn, 
And, when days like this return, 
Sparkle o'er the soldiers' urn 
Who for freedom died. 



God of peace! whose spirit fill* 
All the echoes of our hills, 
All the murmurs of our rills, 

Now the storm is o'er; 
Oh, let freemen be our sons; 
And let future Washtngtons 
Rise, to lead their valiant ones, 

Till there's war no more. 



By the patriot's hallowed rest, 
By the warrior's gory breast — 
Never let our graves be pressed 

By a despot's throne; 
By the Pilgrims' toils and carea, 
By their battles and their prayea 
By their ashes — let our heira 

Bow to thee alone. 



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BARREN'S ADDRESS.— PterpotU. 

Stand! the ground's your own, my br&^a^ 
Will ye give it up to slaves? 
Will ye look for greener graves? 

Hope ye mercy still? 
What's the mercy despots feel? 
Hear it in that battle peal! 
Read it on yon bristling steel! 

Ask it — ye who will. 

Fear ye foes who kill for hire? 
Will ye to your homes retire? 
Look behind you! they're a- fire! 

And before you, see 
Who have done it! From the vale 
On they come! — and will ye quail f- 
Leaden rain and iron hail 

Let their welcome be! 

In the God of battles trust! 
Die we may — and die we must; 
But, oh, where can dust to dust 

Be consigned so well, 
As where heaven its dews shall shed. 
On the martyred patriot's bed, 
And the rocks shall raise their htmA. 

Of his deeds to tell! 



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A CALL TO LIBERTY.— Warren. 

Hone but they who set a just value upon the blessings ol 
liberty, are worthy to enjoy her. Your illustrious fatherf 
were her zealous votaries — when the blasting frowns of ty« 
ranny drove her from public view, they clasped her in theii 
arms; they cherished her in their generous bosoms; they 
brought her safe over the rough ocean, and fixed her seat « 
iis then dreary wilderness; they nursed her infant age w th 
,he most tender care; for her sake, they patiently bore the 
severest hardships; for her support, they underwent theni->st 
rugged toils; in her defense, they boldly encountered the 
most alarming dangers. 

Neither the ravenous beasts that ranged the woods for prty, 
nor the more furious savages of the wilderness, could damp 
their ardor! Whilst with one hand they broke the stubborn 
globe, with the other they grasped their weapons, ever re* ty 
to protect her from danger. No sacrifice, not even thei (hq 
blood, was esteemed too rich a libation for her altar! Qju 
prospered their valor; they preserved her brilliancy unsuJiud; 
th >y enjoyed her whilst they lived, and dying, bequeathed 
the dear inheritance to your care. And as they left you this 
glorious legacy, they have undoubtedly transmitted to you 
some portion of their noble spirit, to inspire you with virtue 
to merit her, and courage to preserve her. You surely can 
not, with such examples before your eyes as every page of 
the history of this country affords, suffer your liberties to be 
ravished from you by lawless force, or cajoled away by flat- 
tery and fraud. 

The voice of your fathers' *blood calls to you from the 
ground, My sons, scorn to be slaves! In vain we met the 
frowns of tyrants — in vain we crossed the boisterous ocean, 
found a new world, and prepared it for the happy residence 
of liberty — in vain we toiled — in vain we fought — we bled 
in vain, if you, our offspring, want valor to repel the assaults 
of her invaders! Stain not the glory of your worthy ances- 
tors, but, like them, resolve never to part with your birth- 
right; be wise in your deliberations, and determined in yom 
exertions, for the preservation of your liberties. 



DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 



GOOD FAITH.— Fislicr Ames. 

I sec no exception to the respect, that is paid among na* 
tions, to the law of good faith. If there are cases in this 
enlightened period/ when it is violated, there are none when 
it : s decried. It is the philosophy of politics, the religion 
of governments. It is observed by barbarians — a whiff of 
obacco smoke, or a string of beads, gives not merely bind- 
lig force, but sanctity 10 treaties. Even in Algiers, a truce 
siay be bought for money, but when ratified, even Algiers 
is too wise, or too just, to disown and annul its obligation. 
Thus, we see, neither the ignorance of savages, nor the prin- 
ciples of an association f( r piracy and rapine, permit a na- 
tion to despite its engagements. If. sir, lucre conld be a 
resurrection from the foot of the gallows, if the victims of 
justice could live again, collect together and form a society, 
1hey would, however loath, soon find themselves obliged to 
make justice, that justice under which they fell, the funda- 
mental law of their siale. They would perceive it was their 
interest to make others respect, and they would therefore 
t-oon pay some respect themselves, to the obligations of good 

faith. 

It is painful, I hope it is superfluous, to make even the 
supposition, that America should furnish the occasion of 
this opprobrium. No, let me not even imagine that a re- 
publican government sprung, as our own is, from a people 
enlightened and uncorrupted, a government whose origin 
h> riirht, and whose daily discipline is duty, can, upon solemn 
debate, make its option to be faithless — can dare to act 
whui despot Jure i.ot avow , what our < wn escr.rple evinces, 
\ie states of Barbary are unsuspected of. No, let me rather 
lake the supposition, that Great Britain refuses to execute 
ne treaty, after w T e have done every thing to carry it into 
effect. Is there any language of reproach, pungent enoi'gb 
to express your commentary on the fact? What would you 
say, or rather what would you not say? Would you not 
tell them, wherever an Englishman might travel, shame 
would stick to him — he would disown his country. You 
would exclaim, England, proud of your wealth, and arrogant 
in the possession of power — blush for these distinctions? 



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Which become the vehicles of your dishonor. Such a n» 
lion might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, 
and to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister. We 
ihould say of such a race of men their name is a heavi©* 
burden then their debt. 



REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIERS.— David Humphrey: 

Oh, what avails to trace the fate of war 

Through fields of blood, and paint each glorious scarl 

Why should the strain your former woes recall, 

The tears that wept a friend's or brother's fall. 

When by your side, first in the adventurous strifs, 

He dauntless rushed, too prodigal of life! 

Enough of merit has each honored name, 

To shine untarnished on the rolls of fame, 

To stand the example of each distant age, 

And add new luster to the historic page; 

For soon their deeds illustrious shall be showk 

In breathing bronze or animated stone, 

Or where the canvas, starting into life, 

Revives the glories of the crimson strife. 

And soon some bard shall tempt the untried themet 

Sing how we dared, in fortune's worst extremes; 

What cruel wrongs the indignant patriot bore; 

What various ills your feeling bosoms tore, 

What boding terrors gloomed the threatening hour, 

When British legions, armed with death-like pow^ 

Bade desolation mark their crimsoned way, 

And lured the savage to his destined prey. 



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they have prevailed over all opposition. No instance has 
heretofore occurred, nor can any instance be expected here- 
after to occur, in which the unadulterated forms of republi- 
can government, can pretend to so fair an opportunity for 
justifying themselves by their fruits. 

In this view, the citizens of the United States are respon- 
sible for the greatest trust ever confided to a political society. 
If justice, good faith, honor, gratitude, and all the other 
qualities which ennoble the character of a nation, and fulfill 
the ends of government, be the fruits of our establishments, 
the cause of Liberty will acquire a dignity and luster which 
it has never yet enjoyed; and an example will be set which 
cannot but have the most favorable influence on the rights 
of mankind. 

If, on the other hand, our government should be unfortu- 
nately blotted with the reverse of these cardinal and essential 
virtues, the great cause which we have engaged to vindicate, 
will be dishonored and betrayed; and the last and fairest ex- 
periment in favor of the rights of human nature, will be 
turned against them; and their patrons and friends exposed 
to be insulted and silenced by the votaries of tyranny and 
usurpation. 



BRITISH BARBARITY. — Wm. Livingston. 

After deploring with you the desolation spread through 
this State, by an unrelenting enemy, who have, indeed, mark- 
ed their progress with a devastation unknown to civilized 
nations, and evincive of the most implacable vengeance, I 
heartily congratulate you upon that subsequent series of 
success, wherewith it hath pleased the Almighty to crc vn 
the American arms; and particularly, on the important en< 
terprise against the enemy at Trenton, and the signal victory 
obtained over them at Princeton, by the gallant troops undel 
the command of his excellency, General Washington. 

Considering the contemptible figure they make at pies- 
ent, and the disgust they have given to many of their own 
confederates amongst us by their more than Gothic ravages 
(for thus doth the great Disposer of events often deduce good 



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out of evil,) their irruption into our dominion will probabij 
redound to the public benefit. It has certainly enabled us 
the more effectually to distinguish our friends from our 
enemies. It has winnowed the chaff from the grain. It 
fcas discriminated the temporizing politician, who, at the 
first appearance of danger, was determined to secure his idol, 
property, at the hazard of the general weal, from the perse 
vering patriot, who, having embarked his all in the commo 
cause, chooses rather to risk, rather to lose that all, for th 
preservation of the more estimable Treasure, liberty, than to 
possess it, (enjoy it he certainly could not,) upon the igno- 
minious terms of tamely resigning his country and posterity 
to perpetual servitude. It has, in a word, opened the eyes 
of those who were made to believe, that their impious merit, 
in abetting our persecutors, would exempt them from being 
involved in the genera) calamity. 

But, as the rapacity of the enemy was boundless, thcii 
havoc was indiscriminate, and their barbarity unparalleled. 
They have plundered friends and foes. Effects, capable of 
division, they have divided. Such as were not, they have 
destroyed. They have warred upon decrepit age; warred 
upon defenseless youth. They have committed' hostilities 
against the professors of literature, and the ministers of re- 
ligion; against public records, and private monuments, and 
books of improvement, and papers of curiosity, and against 
the arts and sciences. They have butchered the wounded, 
asking for quarter; mangled the dying, weltering in iheir 
blood; refused to the dead the rites of sepulture; suffered 
prisoners to perish for want of sustenance; violated the 
chastity of women; disfigured private dwellings of taste and 
elegance; and, in the rage of impiety and barbarism, profane 
led prostrated edifices dedicated to Almighty God. 

And yet there are those amongst us, who, either from 
ambition or lucrative motives, or intimidated by the terror 
of their amis, or from a partial fondness cf the British con 
stitution, or deluded by insidious propositions, are secretly 
abetting, or openly aiding their machinations to deprive us 
of that liberty, without which man is a beast, and govenr* 
sent a curse. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. Wl 

HOW FREEDOM IS WON.— Edward Everett. 

In the efforts cf the people — of the people struggling for 
their rights — moving, not in organized, disciplined masses, 
but in their spontaneous action, man for man, and heart for 
heart — there is something glorious. They can then move 
forward without orders, act together without combination, 
and brave the flaming lines of battle without intrenchment,3 
to cover or walls to shield them. No dissolute camp ha 
worn off from the feelings of the youthful soldier the fresh- 
ness of that home, where his mother and his sisters sit wait- 
ing, with tearful eyes and aching hearts, to hear good news 
from the wars; no long service in the ranks of a conqueror 
has turned the veteran's heart into marble. Their valor 
springs not from recklessness, from habit, from indifference 
to the preservation of a life knit by no pledges to the life of 
others; but in the strength and spirit of the cause alone, 
they act, they contend, they bleed. In this they conquer. 

The people always conquer. They always must conquer. 
Armies may be defeated, kings may be overthrown, and new 
dynasties imposed, by foreign arms, on an ignorant and slav- 
ish race, that care not in what language the covenant of their 
subjections runs, nor in whose name the deed of their barter 
and sale is made out. But the people never invade; and, 
when they rise against the invader, are never subdued. If 
they are driven from the plains, they fly to the mountains. 
Steep rocks and everlasting hills are their castles; the tangled, 
pathless thicket their palisado; and nature, God, is their ally! 
Now He overwhelms the hosts of tneir enemies beneath hia 
drifting mountains of sand; now He buries them beneath a 
failing atmosphere of polar snows; He lets loose His tempest 
on their fleets; He puts a folly into their counsels, a madnes 
into the hearts of their leaders; He never gave, and neve 
will give, a final triumph over a virtuous and gallant people, 
solved to be free. 

il For Freedom's battle once begun, 
Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son, 
Though baffled oft, is ever won." 



K THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

ADAMS A1STD LIBERTY. 
Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought 

For those rights, which unstained from your sires had de 
scended, 
May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought, 
And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended 
Mid the reign of mild Peace 
May your nation increase, 
With the glory of Rome, and the wisdom tf Greece; 
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia t e SLaves, 
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves 
In a clime whose rich vales feed the marts of the world, 

W r hose shores are unshaken by Europe's commotion, 
The trident of commerce should never be hurled, 
To incense the legitimate powers of the ocean. 
But should pirates invade, 
Though in thunder arrayed, 
Let your caunon declare the free charter of trade. 

For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 
The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway, 

Had justly ennobled our nation in story, 
'Till the dark clouds of faction obscured our young day, 
And enveloped the sun of American glory. 
But let traitors be told, 
Who their country have sold, 
And bartered their God for his image in gold, 

That ne'er will the sons, etc. 
While France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood, 

And society's base threats with wide dissolution, 
May Peace, like the dove who returned from' the flood, 
Find an ark of abode in our mild constitution * 
But though peace is our aim, 
Yet the boon we disclaim, 
If bought by our sovereignty, justice, or fame. 

For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 
Tis the fire of the flint each American warms: 

Let Rome's haughty victors beware of collision; 
Let them bring all the vassals of Europe in arms; 
We're a world fcr oursel ain a division. 






THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. St 

While, with patriot pride, 
To our laws we're allied, 
JSTo foe can subdue us, no faction divide. 
For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 

Out mountains are crowned with imperial oak, 

Whose 'oots, like our liberties, ages have nourished; 
Sat xong e'ei our nation submits to the yoke, 

Not a tree shall be left on the field where it flourished 
Should invasion impend, 
Every grove would descend 
From the hilltops they shaded our shores to defend. 
For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 

Let our patriots destroy Anarch's pestilent worm, 

Lest our liberty's growth should be checked by corrosion; 
Then let clouds thicken round us; we heed not the storm; 
Our realm fears no shock, but the earth's own explosion 
Foes assail us in vain, 
Though their fleets bridge the main, 
For our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain. 
For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 

Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, 

Its bolts could ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder; 
For, unmoved, at its portal would Washington stand, 
And repulse, with his breast, the assaults of the thunder! 
His sword from the sleep 
Of its scabbard would leap, 
&nd conduct with its point every flash to the deep! 
For ne'er shall the sons, etc. 

£*, Fame to the world sound America's voice; 

No intrigues can her sons from their government sever ; 
Her pride is her Adams; her laws are his choice, 
And shall flourish till Liberty slumbers forever. 
Then unite heart and hand, 
Like Leonldas' band, 
Aiid swear to the God of the ocean and land, 
That ne'er shall the sons, etc. 



10 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SFEAEER. 



OUR DUTIES.— Daniel Webster. 

This lovely land, this glorious liberty, these benign in 
■titutions, the dear purchase of our fathers, are ours; ours 
to enjoy, ours to preserve, ours to transmit. Geneiationi 
past, and generations to come, hold us responsible foi this 
Bacred trust. Our fathers, from behind, admonish us, *w*tv 
their anxious paternal voices; posterity calls out to us, (ixM 
the bosom of the future; the world turns hither its solicit cut 
eyes — all, all conjure us to act wisely, and faithfully, in thu 
relation which we sustain. We can never, indeed, pay the 
debt which is upon us; but by virtue, by morality, by re- 
ligion, by the cultivation of every good principle and every 
good habit, we may hope to enjoy the blessing, through our 
day, and to leave it unimpaired to our children. Let us feel 
deeply how much, of what we are and what we possess, we 
owe to this liberty, and these institutions of government. 

Nature has, indeed, given us a soil which yields boun 
teously to the hands of industry; the mighty and fruitful 
ocean is before us, and the skies over our heads shed health 
and vigor. But what are lands, and seas, and skies, to 
civilized man, without society, without knowledge, without 
morals, without religious culture? and how can these be 
enjoyed, in all their extent, and all their excellence, but 
under the protection of wise institutions and a free govern- 
ment? 

Fellow-citizens, there is not one of us, there is not one 
e* us here present, who does not, at this moment, and at 
gvery moment, experience in his own condition, and in the 
condition of those most near and dear to him, the infiuer.ee 
■ ;d the benefits of this liberty, and these institutions. Let 
: ihen acknowledge the blessing; let us feel it deeply and 
jw r erfully; let us cherish a strong affection for it, and re 
solve to maintain and perpetuate it. The blood Df our fathers, 
let it not have been shed in vain ; the great hope of posterity, 
let it not be blasted. 

The striking attitude, too, in which we stand to the 
world around us — a topic to which, I fear, I advert too 
often, and dwell on too long — cannot be altogether omitted 
here, Neither individuals nor nations can perform theii 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 41 

part well, until they understand and feel its importance, and 
comprehend and justly appreciate all the duties belonging to 
it. It is not to inflate national vanity, nor to swell a light 
and empty feeling of self -importance; but it is that we may 
judge justly of our situation, and of our own duties, that I 
earnestly urge this consideration of our position, and our 
eharacter among the nations of the earth. 

It cannot be denied, but by those who would dispute 
gainst the sun, that with America, and in America, a new 
era commences in human affairs. This era is distinguished 
by free representative governments, by entire religious liberty, 
by improved systems of national intercourse, by a newly 
awakened and an unconquerable spirit of free inquiry, and 
by a diffusion of knowledge through the community, such 
as has been before altogether unknown and unheard of. 
America, America, our country, our own dear and native 
land, is inseparably connected, fast bound up, in fortune 
and by fate, with these great interests. If they fall, we 
fall with tbem; if they stand, it will be because we have up- 
held them. 

Let us contemplate, then, this connection which binds 
the prosperity of others to our own; and let us manfully 
discharge all the duties which it imposes. If we cherish 
the virtues and the principles of our fathers, Heaven will 
assist us to carry on the work of human liberty and human 
happiness. Auspicious omens cheer us. Great examples 
are before us. Our own firmament now shines brightly 
upon our path. Washington is in the clear upper sky. 
Ihosi; other stars have now joined the American constella- 
tion; taey circle round their center, and the heavens beam 
Hith new light. Beneath this illumination, let us walk the 
course of life, and at its close devoutly commend oui be- 
oved country, the common parent of us all, to the Divisst 
Benignity. 



42 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

OUR DESTINY.— H. W. Billiard. 

One of England's own writers has said: "The possible 
destiny of the United States of America, as a nation of one 
hundred millions of freemen, stretching from the Atlantic 
to the Pacific, living under the laws of Alfred, and speaking 
the language of Shakspeare and Milton, is an august concep- 
tion." Sir, it is an august conception, finely embodied; and 
I trust in God that it will, at no distant time, become a r©» 
fclity. I trust that the world will see, through all time, ou 
people living not only under the laws of Alfred, but that 
they will be heard to speak, throughout our wide-spread 
borders, the language of Shakspcare and Milton. Above all, 
is it my prayer that, as long as our posterity shaii continue 
to inhabit these mountains and plains, and hills and valleys, 
they may be found living under the sacred institutions of 
Christianity. 

Put these things together, and what a picture do they pre- 
sent to the mental eye! Civilization and intelligence started 
in the East; they have traveled, and are still traveling, west- 
ward; but when they shall have completed the circuit of the 
earth, and reached the extremest verge of the Pacific shores, 
then, unlike the fabled god of the ancients, who dipped his 
glowing axle in the western wave, they will take up their per- 
manent abode; then shall we enjoy the sublime destiny of 
returning these blessings to their ancient seat; then will it be 
r»urs to give the priceless benefits of our free institutions, and 
the pure and healthful light of the Gospel, back to the dark 
family which has so long lost both truth and freedom; then 
may Christianity plant herself there, and while with one hand 
she points to the Polynesian isles, rejoicing in the late-rec^v- 
f»red treasure of revealed truth, with the other present tfy 
Bible to the Chinese. 

It i,i our duty to aid in this great work. I trust we shah 
esteem it as much our honor as our duty. Let us not, like 
some of the British missionaries, give them the Bible in one 
hand and opium in the other, but bless them only with the 
pure word of truth. I hope the day is not distant — soon, 
soon may its dawn arise — to shed upon the furthest and the 
*** ^>st benighted 3f nations the splendor of more than a tropi- 

l SU*3 i 

1 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

THE AMERICAN FLAG.— Joseph Rodman I>rdk* 

When Freedom, from her mountain hight, 
Unfurled her standard to the air, 

She tore the azure robe of night, 
And set the stars of glory there. 

She mingled with its gorgeous dies 

The milky baldric of the skies, 

And striped its pure celestial white, 

With streakings of the morning light; 

Then, from his mansion in the sun, 

She called her eagle bearer down, 

And gave into his mighty hand 

The symbol of her chosen land. 

Majestic monarch of the cloud, 

Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, 
To hear the tempest trumpings loud 

And see the lightning lances driven, 
When strive the warriors of the storm, 

And i oils the thunder-drum of Heaves—* 
Child of the Sun! to thee 'tis given 
To guard the banner of the free; 
To hover in the sulphur smoke, 
To ward away the battle-stroke; 
And bid its blendings shine afar, 
Like rainbows on the cloud of war, 

The harbingers of victory! 

Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, 
The sign of hope and triumph high. 
When speaks the signal trumpet tone, 
And the long line comes gleaming on — 
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, 
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet — 
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn 
To where thy sky-born glories burn; 
And, of his springing steps advance, 
Catch war and vengeance from the glanea. 
And, when the cannon mouthings loud 
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud, 



44 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

And gory sabers rise and fall 

Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, 

Then shall thy meteor glances glow, 

And cowering foes shall fail beneath 
Each gallant arm that strikes below 

That lovely messenger of death. 

Flag of the seas! on ocean's wave 
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave. 
When Death, careering on the gale, 
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, 
And frighted waves rush wildly back, 
Before the broadside's reeling rack, 
Each dying wanderer of the sea 
Shall look at once to Heaven and thee; 
And smile to see thy splendors fly, 
In triumph, o'er his closing eye. 

Flag of the free heart's hope and hornet 

By angel hands to Valor given! 
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 

And all thy hues were born in Heaven. 
Forever float that standard sheet! 

Where breathes the foe but falls before ua, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, 

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? 



THE TRUE UNION.*— Edmund Randolph. 

J have labored for the continuance of the Union- — the f oca* 

* our salvation. I believe that as sure as there is a Go 

* heaven, our safety, our political happiness, and existence, 
depend on the " Union of the States;" and that, without 
this union, the people c? this and other States, will undergo 
the unspeakable calamities, which discord, faction, turbu- 
lence, war, and bloodshed, have produced in other countries. 

♦After the framing of the Constitution of the United States by the 
convention of dc legates, it required the separate action of the respective 
States to ratify it. Th* foi'.owinsr is an extract from a speech delivered 
in the CoRViDtiop of Virginia, Jane 6, 1788, on the expediency of itfl 
adoption. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 4* 

The American spirit ought to be mixed with American pride 
— pride to see the Jnion magnificently triumph. 

Let it not be recorded of America, that, after having 
performed the most gallant exploits, alter having overcome 
the most astonishing difficulties, and after having gained the 
admiration of the world by their incomparable valor and 
oolicy, they lost their acquired reputation — their nation*' 
,onsequence and happiness — by their own indiscretion. 

Let no future historian inform posterity that they Y^anUA 
wisdom and virtue to Concur in any regular, efficient govern 
ment. Should any writer, doomed to so disagreeable a 
task, feel the indignation of an honest historian, he would 
reprehend and recriminate our folly with equal severity and 
justice. 

O.tch the present moment; seize it with avidity *md ea- 
gcrLess; for it may be lost, never to be regained. If the 
Union be now lost, I fear it will remain so forever. When 
I maturely weigh the advantages of the Union, and the 
dreadful consequences of its dissolution; when I see safety 
on my right, and destruction on my left; when I behold 
respectability and happiness acquired by the one, but anni- 
hilated by the other, I can not hesitate to decide in favor of 
the Union. 



AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE.— A B. Street 

Hail to the planting of Liberty's tree! 
Hail to the charter declaring us free! 
Millions of voices are chanting its praises, 

Millions of worshipers bend at its shrine, 
Wherever the sun of America blazes, 

Wherever the stars of our bright banner shine 

Sang to the heroes who breasted the flood 

That, swelling, rolled o'er them — a deluge of blooa. 

Fearless the}' clung to the ark of the nation, 

And dashed on 'mid lightning, and thunder, and blast, 
Till Peace, like the dove, brought her branch of salvation 

And Liberty's mount was their refuge at last. 



I iHB DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

Bright is the beautiful land of our birth. 
The home of the homeless all over the earth. 
Oh! let us ever with fondest devotion, 

The freedom our fathers bequeathed us, watch o'er, 
Till the Angel shall stand on the earth and the ocean, 

And shout mid earth's ruins, that Time is no more. 



WASHINGTON AND FRANKLIN.*— John Quincy Adam* 

The sword of Washington! The staff of Franklin! Oh I 
Bir, what associations are linked in adamant with these names I 
Washington, whose sword, as my friend has said, was never 
drawn but in the cause of his country, and never sheathed 
when wielded in his country's cause! Franklin, the philoso- 
pher of the thunderbolt, the printing-press, and the plough- 
share! What names are these in the scanty catalogue of the 
benefactors of human kind! 

Washington and Franklin! What other two men, whose 
Jives belong to the eighteenth century of Christendom, have 
left a deeper impression of themselves upon the age in which 
they lived, and upon all after time? 

Washington, the warrior and the legislator! In war con- 
tending, by the wager of battle, for the independence of hia 
country, and for freedom of the human race; ever manifest- 
ing, amidst its horrors, by precept and example, his reverence 
foi the laws of peace, and for the tenderest sympathies of 
Lumanity; in peace, soothing the ferocious spirit of discord, 
anting his own countrymen, into harmony and union; and 
$, #mg to that very sword, now presented to his country, 9 
tk*rm more potent than that attributed, in ancient times, tc 
4<e lyi 3 of Orpheus. 

Franklin! The mechanic of his own fortune; teaching, 
UL early youth, ander the shackles of indigence, the way to 
wealth, and, in the shade of obscurity, the path to greatness; 
in the maturity of manhood, disarming the thunder of its 
terrors, the lightning of its fatal blast; and wresting from the 

reception, by Congress, of the battle 
Franklin. 



tfftE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKEK. 47 

tyrant's hand the still more effective scepter of oppression, 
while descending into 'the vale of years, traversing the Atlan- 
tic ocean, braving, in the dead of winter, the battle and the 
breeze, bearing in his hand the charter of Independence, 
fldiich he had contributed to form, and tendering, from the 
self created nation, to the mightiest monarch of Europe, the 
olive-branch of peace, the mercurial wand of commerce, r'<? 
.he amulet of protection and safety to the man of peace, t 
the pathless ocean, from the inexorable cruelty and inereX •«* 
rapacity of war. 

And, finally, in the last stage of life, with fourscore \i In- 
ters upon his head, under the torture of an incurable disease, 
returning to his native land, closing his days as the chief 
magistrate of his adopted commonwealth, after contributing 
by his counsels, under the presidency of Washington, and 
recording his name, under the sanction of devout prayer, in- 
voked by him to God, to that Oozistit'atioia under the author- 
ity of which T73 are here assembled, as the representatives of 
the Horth American people, to receive, in their name and for 
them, these venerable relics of the wise, the valiant, and the 
good founders of our great confederated republic — these 
sacred symbols of our golden age. May they be deposited 
among the archives of our government ! and every American 
Who shall hereafter behold them, ejaculate a mingled offering 
of praise to that Supreme Ruler of the Universe, by Avhose 
tender mercies our Union has been hitherto preserved, through 
all the vicissitudes and revolutions of this tinbulervt world — 
and of prayer for continuance of these blessings, by the dis- 
pensations of Providence, to our beloved country, from age 
♦c age, till time shall be no more! 



SINK OR SWIM.*— Webster. 

Sink 01 swim, live or die, survive or perish, I giT* my 
hand and my heart to this vote! It is true, indeed, that, in 
the beginning, we aimed not at independence. But there is 

* Thie splendid speech is Webster's creation, taken frtm his discourse, 
4eliver.«i in -Boston, Aug. 2, 1826, in commemoration of the lives and ser- 
▼ices of Adams and Jefferson, both of whom died July 4th, 1826— a Strang* 
coincidence, 



43 . THE DIME CENTEHN1AL SPEAKER. 

a Divinity which shapes our ends. The injustice of Eng. 
land has driven us to arms; and, blinded to her own inter- 
est for our good, she has obstinately persisted, till inde- 
pendence is now within our grasp. We have but to reach 
forth to it, and it is ours. Why, then, should we defer the 
Declaration? Is any man so weak as now to hope for a 
'econciliation with England, which shall leave either safety 
to the country and its liberties, or safety to his own life, and 
his own honor? Are not you, sir, who sit in that chair — 
js not he, our venerable colleague near you — are not both 
already the proscribed and predestined objects of punishment 
and of vengeance? Cutoff from all hope of royal clemency, 
what are you, what can you be, while the power of England 
remains, tat outlaws? 

If we postpone independence, do we mean to carry on, or 
give up, the war? Do we mean to submit to the measures 
of Parliament, Boston port-bill and all? Do we mean to 
submit, and consent that we ourselves shall be ground to 
powder, and our country and its rights trodden down in the 
dust? I know we do not mean to submit. We never shal^ 
submit. Do we intend to violate that most solemn obliga 
tion ever entered into by men — that plighting, before God, 
of our sacred honor to Washington, when, putting him forth 
to incur the dangers of war, as well as the political hazards 
of the times, we promised to adhere to him, in every ex- 
tremit} r , with our fortunes and our lives? 

I know there is not a man here who would not rather see 
a general conflagration sw T eep over the land, or an earth- 
quake sink it, than one jot or tittle of that plighted faith fall 
to the ground. For myself, having, twelve months ago, in 
this place, moved you that George Washington be appointed 
commander of the forces raised, or to be raised, for defense 
of American liberty, may my right hand forget its cunning, 
and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I hesitate 
or waver in the support I give him! The war, then, must 
go on. We must fight it through. 

And, if the war must go on, why put off longer the De- 
claration of Independence! That measure will strengthen 
us. It will give us character abroad. The Nations will 
then treat with us, which they never can do while we *$• 



•mi DIMfi CENTENNIAL SPEAKES. 4S 

I knowledge ourselves subjects in arms against om sovereigpL 
Nay, I maintain ti^i England herself will sooner treat for 
peace with us on the footing of independence, than consent, 
1 by repealing her acts, to acknowledge that her whole con- 
I duct toward us has been a course of injustice and oppres- 
I sion. Her pride will be less wounded by submission to that 
course of things which now predestinates our independence 
man by yielding the points in controversy to her rebelliou 
subjects. The former she would regard as the result of foi 
tune; the latter, she would feel as her own deep disgrace. 
Why, then, sir, do we not, as soon as possible, change this 
from a civil to a national war? And, since we must fight 
it through, why not put ourselves in a state to enjoy all the 
benefits of victory, if we gain the victory? If we fail, it can 
be no worse for us. But we shall not fail! 



The cause will raise up armies; — the cause will create 
navies. The people — the people — if we are true to them, 
will carry us, and will carry themselves, gloriously through 
this struggle. I care not how fickle other people have 
been found. I know the people of these colonies; and I 
know that resistance to British aggression is deep and settled 
in their hearts, and cannot be eradicated. Every colony, in- 
deed, has expressed its willingness to follow, if we but take 
the lead. Sir, the Declaration will inspire the people with 
increased courage. Instead of a long and bloody war for 
restoration of privileges, for redress of grievances, for char- 
tered immunities, held under a British king, set before them 
the glorious object of entire independence, and it will breathe 
into them anew the breath of life. Read this Declaratioa 
at the head of the army — every sword will be drawn from 
Its scabbard, and the solemn vow uttered to maintain it, Lit 
to perish on the bed of honor. Publish it from the pulpit 
— religion will approve it, and the love of religious Jiberty 
will cling round it, resolved to stand with it, or fall with it. 
Send it to the public halls; proclaim it there; let them hear 
it who heard the first roar of the enemy's cannon — let them 
see it who saw their brothers and their sons fall on the field 
of Bunker Hill, and in the streets of Lexington and Concord 
~Biid the yery walls will cry out in its support I 



SO THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs; but I see 
clearly through this day's business. You and I, indeed, may 
rue it. We may not live to see the time when this Ueclara 
tion shall be made good. We may die — die colonists; die 
slaves; die, it may be, iguominiously, and on the scaffold 
Be it so! be it so! If it be the pleasure of Heaven that iny 
country shall require the poor offering of my life, the ^ic 
im shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, com? 
hen that hour may. But, while I do live, let me haw a 
„ountry — or, at least, the hope of a country, and '.hat a free 
country. 

But, whatever may be our fate, be assured that tnis De- 
claration will stand. It may cost treasure, and it may cost 
blood; but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for 
both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see the 
brightness of the future, as the sun in Heaven. We shall 
make this a glorious, an immortal day. When we are in 
our graves, our children will honor it. They will celebrate 
it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and il- 
luminations. On its annual return, they will shed tears — 
copious, gushing tears — not of subjection and slavery, not 
of agony and distress — but of exultation, of gratitude, and 
of joy. Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come! My 
judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in 
At. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, 
in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I 
leave off, as I began, that, live or die, survive or pe/ish, 1 
am for the Declaration! It is my living sentimentj ^Litt» ^ 
the blessing of God. it th?21 be my dying sentimeatr- -Int>b 

rSKSESeE HQW, $&& ISJDEPESmiSNCB FO&BVEO*' 



fHE DIME CENTENNIAL STEAKEB. §1 

TOR BUFF AND BLUE.- -William CoUim. 

From the foeman's camp. 
By the cypress swamp, 
You can hear the tramp, 

Of the grenadier; 
And the rattling drum 
Swells the deafening hum 
As his legions come 

With a willing cheer 

And bravely tread 
Their lines of red, 
With their flag outspread 

By the cypress marg®; 
But as brave and true 
As e'er saber drew 
Leaps the Buff and Blue 

To the bayonet charge. 

" March on !" the shout 
O'er the field rings out; 
From the fierce redoubt 

Flies the hissing lead. 
Like a thunder crash 
On the foe we dash, 
And our bayonets flash 

Through the ranks of f«i 

Old Putnam's eye 
Blazes fierce and high, 
As his men reply 

With a wild haloof 
And Moylan's blade 
Leads his whole brigade 
With the green cockade 

And the Buff and Bfra& 

Prom left to right, 

In their ordered might, 

To the welcome 



E DIME CENTENNIAL SP 

The battalions wheel; 
No waverer there, 
As in wrath they tear, 
And with bosoms bare, 

Through the English steel 

A vollied flame 

From the rec. ranks came, 

And King George's name 

Was their battle shout; 
But we charged them well, 
Till with shriek and yell 
The last red-coat fell 

In the grim redoubt. 

What a sight was there 
As our banner fair, 
In the morning air, 

O'er our columns flew; 
And Moylan's men 
Woke the stilly glen 
As they cheered again 

For the Buff and Blue. 

Then Putnam cried, 
As in haughty pride, 
Its folds spread wide 

To the soldiers' view 
" No English knave 
Shall e'er lack a grave 
Who his flag would wave 

O'er the Yankee 1 . i e 



THE UNION. — Alexander Hamikvtt. 

If we are wise enough to preserve the Union, we may foi 
ages enjoy an advantage s\milar to that of an insulated situa- 
tion. Europe is a great distance from us. Her colonic* in 
our vicinity will be likely to continue too much dlsr>ropor« 
Sioned in strength to be able to give us any dangerous annoy 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 58 

mce. Extensive military establishments can not, in thii 
position, be necessary to our security. But, if we should be 
disunited, and the integral parts should either remain separ 
ated, or, which is most probable, should be thrown together 
into two or three confederacies, we should be, in a short course 
©f time, in the predicament of the coDtinental powers of Eu- 
*^e. Our liberties would be a prey to the means of defend- 
f ourselves against the ambition and jealousy of each other. 
This i? ar idea not superficial or futile, but solid and 
eighty. Ii deserves the most serious and mature consider- 
ation of every prudent and honest man, of whatever party. 
If such men will make a firm and solemn pause, and medi- 
tate dispassionately on its importance; if they will contem- 
plate it in all its attitudes, and trace it to all its consequences, 
they will not hesitate to part with trivial objections to a 
constitution, the rejection of which would, in all probability, 
put a final period to the Union. The airy phantoms, that 
now flit before the distempered imaginations of some of its 
adversaries, would then quickly give place to more substan- 
tial prospects of dangers, real, certain, and extremly formid- 
able. 



THE MART YE SPY.*— Worcester Spy. 

The breezes went steadily through the tall pines, 
A-saying, "oh! hu-ush!" a-saying, "oh! hu-ush!" 

As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse, 
For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush. 

* Captain Nathan Hale, of the Revolutionary army, was captured and 
put to death in the latter part of the year 1776, by the British, at New 
Vorfe. He was born in Coventry, Connecticut, and graduated at Yale 
tbUege in 1773. His father, Richard H. Hale, was a descendant of the 
Bet John Hale, the first ministei jt Beveny, Mass. After Washing, 
ton's retreat from Long Island, 1776, Nathan Hale, then a captain in 
Colonel Knowlton's regiment, sought to obtain accurate knowledge of 
the situation and movements of the British troops. He obtained what 
he sought, but was seized at King's Bridge, identified by his base and 
treacherous tory cousin, Samuel, treated very brutally, and hung. The 
cousin Samuel had been entertained at the house of Nathan's father- 
where he pretended to be a Whig, although he was at the time on his 
way to Sir William Howe, under whom he afterward served at New 
York. Nathan Hale's death was due chiefly to the treachery of this 
cousin. The execution was conducted in the most unfeeling and dis- 
graceful manner. All his requests were denied, including even the re- 
quests for a clergyman and a Bible; and bis letters to his mother and 
tig other friends were destroyed. 



*4 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

11 Keep still!" said the tlirash, as she nestled her young, 

In a nest by the road, in a nest by the road; 
" For the tyrants are near, and with them appear 

What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good.' 
The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home 

In a cot by the brook, in a cot by the brook, 
W&th. mother and sister and memories dear, 

lie so gayly forsook, he so gayly forsook. 
Cooling shades of the night were coming apace; 

The tattoo had beat, the tattoo had beat; 
The noble one sprung from his dark lurking place 

To make his retreat, to make his retreat. 
He warily trod on the dry, rustling leaves, 

As he passed through the wood, as he passed througk 
the wood, 
And silently gained his rude launch on the shore, 

As she played with the flood, as she played with tha 
flood. 
The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night, 

Had a murderous will, had a murderous will; 
They took him and bore him afar from the shore, 

To a hut on the hill, to a hut on the hill. 
Xo mother was there; nor a friend who could cheer, 

In that little stone cell, in that little stone cell; 
But he trusted in love from the Father above; 

In his heart all was well, in his heart all was well 
An ominous owl, with his solemn bass voice, 

Sat moaning hard by, sat moaning hard by; 
The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice, 

Foi he must soon die, for he must soon die." 
Iht brave fellow told them, no thing he restrained; 

The cruel general, the cruel general; 
His errand from camp, the ends to be gained, 

And said that was all, and said that was all. 

They took him and bound him and bore him away 

Down the hill's grassy side, down the hill's grassy wd©» 

Twas there the base hirelings, in royal array, 
His cause did deride* his cause did deride. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 6Q 

Five minutes were given, short moments, no more, 

For Mm to repent, for him to repent; 
He prayed for his mother; he asked not another, 

To heaven he went, to heaven he went. 

The faith of a martyr the tragedy showed 

As he trod the last stage, as he trod the last stage 

Ind Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood, 
As his words do presage, as his words do presage 

" Thou pale king of terrors! thou life's gloomy foe! 

Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave; 
Tell tyrants, to you their allegiance they owe; 

No fears for the brave! no fears for the brave 1" 



LEXINGTON.— Dr. 0. Wendell Holmes. 

Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping, 

Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun, 
When from his couch, while his children were sleeping, 
Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun. 

Waving her golden vaii 

Over lli.® silent dale, 
B£it&e looked the morning on cottage as&lgifej 

Hushed was his parting sigh, 

While from his noble eye 
Flashed the last sparkle of liberty's fire. 

On the smooth green where the fresh leaf is springing 

Calmly the first-born of glory are met; 
Hark, the death-volley around them is ringing! 

Look! with their life-blood the young grass is wet 

Faint is the feeble breath, 

Murmuring low in death, 
"Tell to our sons how their fathers have died;" 

Nerveless the iron hand, 

Raised for its native land, 
fetes by the weapon ♦hat gleams by its sid& 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKBH. 

Over the hill-side the wild knell is tolling, 

From their far hamlets the yeomanry come, 
As through the storm-clouds the thunder-burst rolling 
Circle? the beat of the mustering drum. 

Fast on the w»W!cr': ^.„_ 

r^^cii xiie waves of wratli, 
l&jggg haw they gathered and loud shall they falls 

Red glares the musket flash, 

Sharp rings the rifle's crash, 
Jiazing and clanging from thicket and wall. 
Gayly the plume of the horseman was dancing, 

Never to shadow his cold brow again; 
Proudly at morning the war-steed was prancing, 
Reeking and panting he droops on the rein; 

Pale is the lip of scorn, 

Voiceless the trumpet-horn. 
Torn is the silken-fringed red cross on high: 

Many a belted breast 

Low on the turf shall rest, 
Ere the dark hunters the herd have passed by. 
Snow-girdled crags where the hoarse wind is raving, 
Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail, 
Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving, 
Reeled with the echoes that rolled on the gale; 

Far as the tempest thrills 

Over the darkened hills, 
Far as the sunshiue streams over the plain. 

Roused by the tyrant band, 

Woke all the mighty land, 
Girded for battle, from mountain and main. 
Green be the graves where the martyrs are lying! 

Si roudless and tombless they sunk to their rest- 
While o'er their ashes the starry folds flying, 

Wraps the proud eagle they roused from his nest—* 

Borne on her northern pine, 

Long o'er the foaming brine, 
Spread her broad banner to storm and to sun; 

Heaven keep her ever free, 

Wide as o'er land and sea 
Floats the fair emblem her heroes have won, 



THE DIMS CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 87 

OUR ONLY ROPE.— James Madison. 

You will never suffer difficulties, however formidable in 
appearance, or however fashionable the error on which they 
may be founded, to drive you into the gloomy and perilous 
scenes into which the advocates for disunion would conduct 
you. Hearken not to the unnatural voice, which tells yrn 
that the people of America, knit together as they are. by &, 
many cords of affection, can no longer live together as mem 
Dcrs of thp Kiss t-dkMij; can no longer continue the mutual 
guardians of their mutual happiness ; can no longer be fel- 
low-citizens of one great, respectable and flourishing empire* 
Hearken not to the voice, which petulantly leiis you, that the 
form of government recommended for your adoption is a 
novelty in the political world; that it has never yet had a 
place in the theories of the wildest projectors; that it rashly 
attempts what it is impossible to accomplish. No, my coun- 
trymen; shut your ears against this unhallowed language. 
(Shut your hearts against the poison which it conveys; the 
kindred blood, which flows in the veins of American citi- 
zens, the mingled blood, which they have shed in defense of 
their sacred rights, consecrate their union, and excite horror 
at the idea of their becoming aliens, rivals, enemies. And 
if novelties are to be shunned, believe me, the most alarm- 
ing of all npvelties, the most wild of all projects, the most 
rash of all attempts, is that of rending us in pieces, in order 
to preserve our liberties and promote our happiness. But 
why is the experiment of an extended republic to be re- 
jected, merely because it may comprise what is new? Is it 
not the glory of the people of America, that, whilst ti ey 
lave paid a decent regard to the opinions of former timer 
ind other nations, they have not suffered a blind veneratiof 
for antiquity, for custom, or for names, to overrule the 
suggestions of their own good sense, the knowledge of then 
own situation, and the lessons of their own experience? 
To this manly spirit, posterity will be indebted for the pos- 
session, and the world for the example, of the numerous n « 
novations displayed on the American theater, in favor of 
private rights and public happiness. Had no important 
wep been taken by thp Wrjors of the revolution, for which 



58 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

a precedent could not be discovered; had no government 
been established, of which an exact model did not present 
itself — the people of the United States might, at this mo- 
ment, have been numbered among the melancholy victims 
of misguided counsels; must at best have been laboring un- 
der the weight of some of those forms which have crushed 
the liberties of the rest of mankind. Happily for America, 
happily, we trust, for the whole human race, they pursued 
a new and more noble course. They accomplished a revolu- 
tion which has no parallel in the annals of human society,, 
They reared fabrics of government which have no model on 
the face of the globe. They formed the design of a great 
confederacy, which it is incumbent on their successors to 
improve and perpetuate. If their works betray imperfec- 
tions, we wonder at the fewness of them. If they erred 
most in the structure of the Union, this was the work most 
difficult to be executed; this is the work which has been 
new modeled by the act of your convention, and it is that 
act on which you are now to deliberate and decide. 



THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.— John 
Quincy Adams. 

The Declaration of Independence! The interest which, 
in that paper, has survived the occasion upon which it was 
issued — the interest which is of every age and every clime — 
the interest which quickens with the lapse of years, spreads 
as it grows old, and brightens as it recedes — is in the prin« 
ciples which it proclaims. It was the first solemn declara- 
tion by a nation of the only legitimate foundation of ;iviS 
government. It was the corner-stone of a new fabric, des- 
tined to cover the surface of the globe. It demolished, at a 
stroke, the lawfulness of all governments founded upon con> 
quest. It swept away all the rubbish of accumulated cen- 
turies of servitude. It announced, in practical form, to the 
world, the transcendent truth of the inalienable sovereignty 
of the people. It proved that the social compact was no 
figment of the imagination, but a real, solid, and sacrect 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 59 

bond of the social union. From the day of this declaration, 
the people of North America were no longer the fragment 
of a distant empire, imploring justice and mercy from an 
inexorable master in another hemisphere. They were no 
longer children, appealing in vain to the sympathies of a 
heartless mother; no lunger subjects, leaning upon the shat- 
tered columns of royal promises, and invoking the faith of 
parchment to secure their rights. They were a Nation, 
asserting as of right, and maintaining by war, its own exist- 
ence. A nation was born in a day. 

"How many ages hence 
Shall this, their lofty scene, be acted o'er, 
In States unho.n, and accents yet unknown?" 

It will be acted o'er, fellow-chizens, but it can never be re- 
peated. It stands, and must forever stand, alone; a beacon 
on the summit of the mountain, to which all the inhabitants 
of the earth may turn their eyes for a genial and saving 
light, till time shall be lost in eternity, and this globe itself 
dissolve, nor leave a wreck behind. It stands forever, a 
light of admonition to the rulers of men, a light of salvation 
and redemption to the oppressed. So long as this planet 
shall be inhabited by human beings, so long as man shall be 
of a social nature, so long as government shall be necessary 
to the great moral purposes of society, so long as it shall be 
abused to the purposes of oppression — so long shall this 
declaration hold out, to the sovereign and to the subject. 
the extent and the boundaries of their respective rights and 
duties, founded in the laws of Nature and of Nature's God, 



North and South, we are met as brothers; 

East and West, we are wedded as one! 
Right of each shall secure our mother's;' 
Child of each is her faithful son! 
We give Thee heart and hand, 
Our glorious native Land. 
For battle has tried thee and time endears; 
We will write thy story, 
And keep thy glory 
As pure as of old for a Thousand Years! 

— Bayard Ta&fo£ 



80 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 

THE LIBERTY BELL.*— William Boss WallaM. 

A sound like the sound of a tempest rolled, 

And the heart of a people stirred, 
For the bell of freedom at midnight tolled, 
Through a fettered land was heard: 

And the chime still rung 

From its iron tongue, 
Steadily swaying to and fro* 

And to some it came 

As a breath of flame, 
And to some as a sound of woe. 

Upon the tall mountain, upon the tossed wavft, 
It was heard by the fettered, and heard by tre brave; 
It was heard in the cottage, and heard in the hall, 
And its chime gave a glorious summons to all. 
The old saber was sharpened, the time-rusted blade 
Of the bond started out in the pioneer's glade, 
Like a herald of wrath — and the host was arrayed 1 

Along the tall mountain, along the tossed wave, 
Swept the ranks of the bond, swept the ranks of thf 

brave ; • 

And a shout as of waters went up to the dome, 

And a sun-drinking banner unfurled, 
Like an archangel's pinion flashed out from hi? home. 

Uttered freedom and hope to the world. 
O'er the mountain and tide its magnificent fold, 
With a terrible glitter of azure and gold, 
In the storm and the sunshine forever unrolled 
It blazed in the valley; it ^azed jn the mast; 
It flew like a comrade abroad with the blast; 
And the eyes of whole nations were turned to its ligirt, 

And the hearts of the multitude soou 
Were swayed by its stars as they shone through the night, 

Like an ocean when swayed by the mooD, 

Again through the midnight that bell thunders out; 

And banners and torches are hurriei abom. 

* Bong, ia PLLLcLlphia, at the Deduction of Independence. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 61 

A shout as of waters, a long-uttered cry! 
How it leaps, how it leaps from the earth to tne sky! 
From the sky to the earth, from the earth to the sea, 
Hear the chorus re-echoed, " The ptople are freeV 

That old bell is still seen by the patriot's eye, 

And he blesses it ever when journeying by: 

Long years have passed over it, and yet every soul 

Must thrill in the night to its deep, solemn roll; 

For it speaks in its belfry when kissed bj' the blast, 

Like a broad blessia^ Scathed from the lips of the Past 

Long years will roll o'er it, and yet every chime 

Must unceasingly tell of an era sublime, 

And more splendid, more dear than the rest of all Time, 

Oh yes! if the flame on our altars should pale, 
Let its voice but be heard, and the freeman will start 

To rekindle the fire, while he sees on the gale 
All the stars, all ihe stiipcs of the flag of his heart. 



WASHINGTON'S TRUE ATTRIBUTES. —Robt. C. Win- 
throp. 

It was not solid information or sound judgment, or even 
that rare combination of surpassing modesty and valor, great 
as these qualities are, which gave Washington his hold on 
the regard, respect, and confidence, of the American people. 
I hazard nothing in saying that it was the high moral ele- 
ments of his cJfciracter, which imparted to it its preponderp 
V'ng force. " Labor to keep alive in j'our breast that litt) 
t ark of celestial fire, conscience ," was one of a series of ma? 
Bis which he framed or copied for his own use, when a ov 
He kept alive that spark. He made it shine before men. 
He kindled it into a flame which illumined his whole life. 
No occasion was so momentous, no circumstances were so 
wiinute, as to absolve him from following its guiding ray. 

"Wbo ever thinks of "Washington as a mere politician? 
Who ever associates him wilh the petty arts and pitiful ia- 
trigues of partisan office-seekers or partisan office-holders? 



I 



feJ THJt DIME CENTENNIAL SPKAKKR. 

Who ever pictures him canvassing for votes, dealing nut pro 
Bcription, or doling out patronage? 

And there was as little of the vulgar hero abcut him, as 
there was of the mere politician. At the head of a vi< tori- 
ous army, of which he was the idol — an army too often pro- 
voked to the very verge of mutiny, by the neglect of an 
inefficient government — we find him the constant counselor 
yf subordination, and submission to the civil autb >nty 
With the sw r ord of a conqueror at his side, we find hi# tin 
unceasing advocate of peace. Repeatedly invested w T ith a. ore 
than the power of a Roman Dictator, we see him receding 
that power with reluctance, employing it with the utmost 
moderation, and eagerly embrrecing the earliest opportunity 
to resign it. The offer of a crown could not, did not tempt 
him, for an instant, from his allegiance to liberty. He re- 
jected it with indignation and abhorrence, and proceeded to 
devote all his energies, and all his influence, all his popular- 
ity, and all his ability, to the establishment of that republican 
system, of w T hich he w T as, from first to last, the uncomprom- 
ising advocate, and with the ultimate success of which he 
believed the best interests of America and of the w T orld were 
inseparabty connected. 

It is thus that, in contemplating the character of Washing- 
ton, the offices which he held, the acts which he performed, 
his success as a statesman, his triumphs as a soldier, almost 
fade from our sight. It is not the Washington of the Dela- 
ware or the Brandy wine, of Germantown or of Monmouth; 
it is not Washington the President of the Convention, or the 
President of the Republic, which we admire. We cast or. 
eye? over his life, not to be dazzled by the meteoric luster of 
Dart .jular passages, but to behold its whole pathway radiant, 
jadiant everywhere, with the true glory of a just, consciea 
tious, consummate man! Of him we feel it to be no exagger- 
ation to say, that 

" .... all the ends he aimed at 
Were his country's, his God's, and truth's." 
Of him we feel it to be no exaggeration to say, that he stands, 
upon the page of history, the great modern illustration and 
example of that exquisite and divine precept, which fell from 
the lips of the dying r^onai Sn of Israel — 



THE DIME CENTENSTIAL SPEAKER. .. 68 

" He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in tlie fear 
of God; and he shall * be as the light of the morning, when 
the sun riseth — even a morning without clouds." 



WHAT WE AKE. — Bobert Bantoul 

Over how broad a portion of the world, sir, have we ea 
«ended the advantages we ourselves enjoy! Our domain 
unites the noblest valley on the surface of the globe, com 
petent to grow food for human beings many more than now 
dwell on the face of the earth, with an eastern wing fitted 
for the site of the principal manufacturing and commercial 
power of existing Christendom, and a western flank well 
situated to hold the same position on the Pacific, when Asia 
shall renew her youth, and Australia shall have risen to the 
level of Europe. Bewildering, almost, is the suddenness of 
our expansion to fill these limits, and astounding are the 
phenomena that accompany this development. 

Occupying such a continent, receiving it consecrated by 
the toils and sufferings and outpouring of ancestral blood, 
which on the day we now commemorate began, how de- 
lightful is the duty which devolves on us, to guard the bea- 
con-fire of liberty, whose flames our fathers kindled! Suffer 
it not, my friends — suffer it not, posterity that shall come 
aft^r us, to be clouded by domestic dissension, or obscured 
by the dank, mephitic vapors of faction! Until now, its 
pu*e ii radiance dispels doubt and fear, and revivifies the 
fainting hopes of downcast patriotism. For ever may M 
thine brightly as now, for as yet its pristine luster fade 
Jto*, but still flashes out the ancient, clear, and steady illumi 
nation, -joy-giving as the blaze that, leaping from promon 
tory to promontory, told the triumph of Agamemnon ovei 
fated Troy! It towers and glows, refulgent and beautiful, 
far seen by the tempest-tossed on the sea of revolution, darting 
into the dungeons of gaunt despair beams whose benignant 
glory no lapse of time shall dim; the wanderers in the chill 
darkness of slavery it guides, and cheers, and warms; it fills 
the universe with its splendor. 



54 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

OUR GREAT TRUST.— Rvfus Clwate. 

Consider Washington's words in the memorable, the ini 
mortal Farewell Address! Mark the spirit of patriotism — 
burning, ardent patriotism — breathing in every page knd 
every line! Read his words upon the vital importance oi 
maintaining the Union! 

" It is of infinite moment," he says, " that you should prop 
rly estimate the immense value of your national Union, t« 
your collective and individual happiness; that you should 
cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; 
accustoming yourselves to think and ppeak of it as of the 
palladium of your political safety and prosperity; watching 
for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing 
even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned; and 
indignantly frowning upon the first attempt to alienate any 
portion of our county from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred 
ties which now link together the various parts. 

"All obstructions to the execution of the laws, all combi 
nations and associations, under whatever plausible character, 
with the real character to direct, control, counteract, or awe, 
the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authori 
ties, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal 
tendency." 

These were his words: " It is of infinite moment that you 
should properly estimate the immense value of your national 
Union " — and Washington was no user of exaggerated expres- 
sions. Let us heed his words, my countrymen! Let us evei 
press up among the people in support of the grand and beau- 
tiful harmony of our fraternal political system; and, taking 
counsel from the immortal hero, whose language I have 
qv^ted, let us rally in support of the constitution at whose 
creation he presided, which was his great Jove and affection; 
and let us resolve to leave the glorious Union which he made, 
unprofaned and undismembered, to our posterity. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 6t 

SOD BLESS OUK ST AUS.— Benjamin F. Taylor, 

11 God Mess our stars forever!" 

Thus die angels sung sublime, 
When round God's forges fluttered fast, 

The sparks of starry Time! 
When they fanned them with theii pinion% 

Till they kindled into day, 
And revealed creation's bosom, 

Where the infant Eden lay. 

* God bless our stars forever!" 

Thus they sung — the seers of old, 

When they bcck<\«ed to the Morning, 
Through the future's misty fold, 

When they waved the wand of wonder- 
When they breathed the magic word, 

And the pulses' golden glimmer, 
Showed the waking granite heard. 

"God b!e<?« our stars forever!" 

'Tis the burden of the song, 
Where the sail through hollow midnight 

Is flickering along; 
When a ribbon of blue heaven 

Is agleaming through the clouds, 
With a star or two upon it 

For the sailor in the shrouds! 

Ci God bless our stars forever!" 

It i« Liberty's refrain. 
From ihe snows of wild .Nevada 

To the sounding woods of Maine; 
Where foe green Multnomah wanders, 

Where the Alabama rests, 
Where the thunder shakes his turban 

Over Alleghany's crests; 

Where the mountains of New England 

Mock Atlantic's stormy main; 
Where God's piuzn imprints the prairie 

With the type of Heaven again — 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

Where the mirrored morn is drawing. 

Link to link, our lakes along, 
And Sacramento's Golden Gate 

Swinging open to the song — 

There and there! " Our stars forever!* 

How it echoes! How it thrills! 
Blot that banner? Why, they bore ft 

When no sunset bathed the hilla. 
Now over Bunker see it billow, 

Now at Bennington it waves, 
Ticonderoga swells beneath, 

And Saratoga's graves! 

Oh! long ago at Lexington, 

And above those minute-men, 
The " Old Thirteen" were blazing bright** 

There were only thirteen then! 
God's own stars are gleaming through it «■» 

Stars not woven in its thread; 
Unfurl it, and that flag will glitter 

With the heaven overhead. 

Oh ! it waved above the Pilgrims, 

On the pinions of the prayer; 
Oh! it billowed o'er the battle, 

On the surges of the air; 
Oh! the stars have risen in it, 

Till the eagle waits the sun, 
And Freedom from her mountain watcfe 

Has counted " thirty-one." 

When the weary Years are hailing, 

In the mighty march of Time, 
And no new ones throng the threshold 

Of its corridors sublime; 
When the clarion call, " Close up!" 

Kings along the line no more, 
Then adieu, thou blessed banner, 

Then adieu, and not before I 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. fj 

LOOKING BACKWARD*— John Quincy Adams. 

Americans! let us pause for a moment to consider the sit- 
uation of our country, at that eventful day when our national 
existence commenced. In the full possession and enjoyment 
of all those prerogatives for which you then dared to venture 
rpon " all the varieties of untried being," the calm and sat 
V3d moderation of the mind is scarcely competent to K?m 
eive the tone of heroism, to which the souls of freta m 
vere exalted in that hour of perilous magnanimity 

Many times has the sun, in the progress of his annual re* 
volution, diffused his prolific radiance over the plains of In- 
dependent America. Millions of hearts, which then palpita- 
ted with the rapturous glow of patriotism, have already been 
translated to brighter worlds; to the abodes of more than 
mortal freedom. Other millions have arisen to receive from 
their parents and benefactors, the inestimable recompense 1 of 
their achievements. 

A large proportion of the audience, whose benerolence is 
at this moment listening to the speaker of the day, like him 
were at that period too little advanced beyond the threshold 
of life to partake of the divine enthusiasm which inspired 
the American bosom; which prompted her voice to proclaim 
defiance to the thunders of Britain; which consecrated the 
banners of her armies; and finally erected the holy tejxiple of 
American Liberty, over the tomb of departed tyranny. 

It is from those who have already passed the meridian of 
life; it is from you, ye venerable assertors of Uie rights of 
mankind,, that we are to be informed, what were the feelings 
\? rich swayed within your breasts, and impelled you to an 
ti n; when, like the stripling of Israel, with scarcely s 
^••japon to attack, and without a shield for your defense, 3 s 
net, and, undismayed, engaged with the gigantic greatn«&a 
of the British powei\ 

Untutored in the disgraceful science of human butchery; 
destitute of the fatal materials which the ingenuity of man 
has combined, to sharpen the scythe of death; unsupported 
by the arm of any friendly alliance, and unfortified against 
the powerful assaults of an unrelenting enemy, -you did not 
•From oration, delivered at Boston, July 4, 1793 



88 THE DIMS CENTENNIAL SPEAKER 

hesitate at that moment, when your coasts were infested by 
a formidable fleet, when your territories were invaded by a 
numerous and veteran army, to pronounce the sentence of 
eternal separation from Britain, and to throw the gauntlet at 
a power, the terror of whose recent triumphs was almost co- 
extensive with the earth. 

The interested and selfish propensities, which, in timet o» 
prosperous tranquillity have such powerful dominion ove) 
the he&rt, were all expelled; and in their stead, the publi^, 
virtues, the spirit of personal devotion to the common cause, 
a conteiiipt of every danger in comparison with the subservi- 
ency of the country, had assumed an unlimited control. 

The passion for the public had absorbed all the rest; as 
the glorious luminary of heaven extinguishes in a flood of 
refulgent the twinkling splendor of every inferior planet. 
Those of you, my countrymen, who were actors in those in- 
teresting scenes, will best know, how feeble and impotent is 
the language of this description to express the impassioned 
emotions of the soul, with which you were then agitated. 

Yet it were injustice to conclude from thence, or from the 
greater prevalence of private and personal motives in these 
days of calm serenity, that your sons have degenerated from 
the virtuer of their fathers. Let it rather be a subject of 
pleasing reflection to you, that the generous and disinterested 
energies, which you were summoned to display, are permitted 
by the bountiful indulgence of Heaven, to remain latent in 
the bosoms of your children. 

From the present prosperous appearance of our public 
affairs, we may admit a rational hope that our county will 
have no occasion to require of us those extraordinary an«i 
neroic sxertions which it was your fortune to exhibit. 

But from the common versatility of all human destiny 
should the prospect hereafter darken, and the clouds of pub 
Uc mbfovtune thicken to a tempest; should the voice oi our 
country'? calamit}' ever call us to her relief, we swear by thj 
precious memory of the sages who toiled, and of the heroes 
who bled in her defense, that we will prove ourselves not 
unworthy of the prize which they so dearly purchased; that 
we will act as the faithful disciples of those who so magnan- 
imously taught us the instructive lesson of republican virtue 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

BION AND HIS MEN.— T. C. HarbaugK 

Sir and forty gallant riders, 

"With Marion at their head; 
cjuc and thirty stalwart fellows, 

By the patriot Sumpter led. 
Like one man they spring to saddle 

When Hesperus trims her lamp; 
And, with force that is resistless, 

Fall upon the British camp. 

There they go, a troop of specters, 

Down the banks of fair Santee; 
Now they ride with flashing sabea, 

Up the tortuous Pedee. 
McElrith is in the saddle, 

Tarleton gives his steed the rein; 
Rawdon follows boldly after 

Marion's little band in vain I 

Where the fox can find a covert, 

There the partisan can hide; 
And his camp is in the thicket 

Where the British dare not ride. 
Prom a victory that is tempting, 

He will stay not for a storm; 
ind the good horse, like his master, 

TJates a scarlet uniform. 

Ah! to-day the southern breezes 

From the greenwood's darkening glftda^ 
Bear to me the tramp of horses 

And the ring of trusty blades. 
There's a signal on yon hill-top, 

There's a voice in yonder glen; 
*Tis the voice of gallant Marion, 

frying " forward!" to his men I 

They have clothed in robes romantio 

Carolina's lovely clime; 
And we hear their footsteps* echo 

On the dusty stairs of time. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

They, with sabers drawn for freedom 
Prove the lion to his den; 

Never fading be the laurels, 
Won by Marion and his men! 



LIBERTY AND UNION.— Webster 

I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steatffty 
in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, an*1 
the preservation of our federal Union. It is to that Union 
we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dig- 
nity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted 
for whatever makes us most proud of our country. 

That Union we reached only by the discipline of our vir- 
tues in the severe school of adversity. It had its origin in 
the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce and 
ruiued credit. Under its benign influences, these great in- 
terests immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprung forth 
with newness of life. Every year of its duration has teemed 
with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings ; and although 
our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our 
papulation spread further and further, they have not outrun 
its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious 
fountain of national, social and personal happiness. 

I Lave not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union, 
to sec what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I 
have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty 
when the bonds that uniie us togethei shall be broken asunder 
I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice oJ 
disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathott 
the depth of the abyss below ; nor could I regard him as a 
safe counselor in the affairs of this governme: t, whose 
thoughts should be mainly bent on considering, not how the 
Union should be best preserved, but how tolerable might be 
the condition of the people when it shall be broken up 
and destroyed. 

"While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratify- 
ing prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 71 

Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the vail. God grant, 
that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise! God 
grant that en my vision never may be opened what lies be« 
hind! When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last 
time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the 
broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; 
on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; <>n a land rent 
with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. 
Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the 
gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored 
throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and 
trophies streaming in their original luster, not a stripe eras&d 
or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto, 
no such miserable interrogatory as " What is all this worth?" 
nor those other words of delusion and folly, "Liberty first 
and Un'on afterward;" but everywhere, spread all over, in 
characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as 
they float over the sea and over the land, aud in every wind 
under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every 
true American heart — Liberty and Union, now and forever, 
one and inseparable! 



A NOBLE PLEA.*— Pitt. 

My Lords, I rise with astonishment to see these papers 
brought to your table at so late a period of this business,- 
papers, to tell us what? Why, what all the world knew be- 
fore: that the Americans, irritated by repeated injuries, and 
stripped of their inborn rights and dearest privileges, have 
resisted, and entered into associations, for the preservation 
of their common liberties. 

Had the early situation of the people of Boston been at- 
tended to, things would not have come to this. But the 
infant complaints of Boston were literally treated like the 
capricious squalls of a child, who, it was said, did not know 
whether it was aggrieved or not. 

But full well I knew, at that time, that this child, if not 
redressed, would soon assume the courage and voice of a 

* Extract from the speech of Mr. Pitt, in the British Parliament, Janu- 
ary 30, 1775. 



DIME CENTENNIAL SP 

man. Full well I knew, that the sons of ancestors, born 
under the same free constitution, and once breathing the 
game liberal air as Englishmen, would resist upon the same 
principles, and on the same occasions. 

What has government done? They have sent an armed 
force, consisting of seventeen thousand men, to diagoon the 
Bostonians into what is called their duty; and, so r ar fro» 
)nce turning their eyes to the policy and destructive con 
equence of this scheme, are constantly sending out me?* 
troops. And we are told, in the language of menace, that, 
if seventeen thousand men won't do, fifty thousand shail. 

if is true, my lords, with this force they may ravage the 
country; waste and destroy as they march; but, in the pro- 
gress of fifteen hundred miles, can they occupy the places 
they have passed? Will not a country, which can produce 
three millions of people, wronged and insulted as they are, 
start up like hydras in every corner, and gather fresh strength 
from fresh opposition? 

Nay, what dependence can you have upon the soldiery, 
the unhappy engines of your wrath? They are English- 
men, who must feel for the privileges of Englishmen. Do 
you think that these men can turn their arms against their 
brethren? Surely no. A victory must to be them a defeat; 
and carnage, a sacrifice. 

But it is not merely three millions of people, the pro- 
duce of America, we have to contend with in this unnatural 
struggle; many more are on their side; dispersed over the 
face of this wide empire. Every whn_ in this country and 
in Ireland is with them. 

Who, then, let me demand, has given, and continues to 
jive, this strange and unconstitutional advice? I do not 
nean to level at one man, or any particular set of men 
out thus much I will venture to declare, that, if his Majestj 
continues to hear such counselors, he will not only be badly 
advised, but undone. 

He may continue indeed to wear his crown; but it will 
not be worth his wearing. Robbed of so principal a jewel 
as America, it will lose its luster, and no longer beam that 
effulgence which should irradiate the brow of majesty. 

In this alarming crisis, I come with this paper in raj 






THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 73 

band to offer you the best of my experience and advice, 
which is, that an humble petition be presented to his Majesty, 
beseeching him, that, in order to open the way toward a 
happy settlement of the dangerous troubles in America, it 
may graciously please him, that immediate orders be given 
to General Gage for removing his Majesty's forces from the 
town of Boston. 

And this, my lords, upon the most mature and deliberate 
grounds, is the best advice I can give you, at this juncture. 
Such conduct will convince America that you mean to try 
her cause in the spirit of freedom and inquiry, and not in 
letters of blood. 

There is no time to be lost. Every hour is big with dan- 
ger. Perhaps, while I am now speaking, the decisive blow 
is struck, which may involve millions in the consequence. 
And, believe me, the very first drop of blood which is shed, 
will cause a wound which may never be healed. 



THE ORIGINAL YANKEE DOODLE AT THE CAMP. 

Father and I went down to camp, 

Along with Captain Gooding, 
And there we see the men and boys 

As thick as hasty pudding. 

Yankee Doodle, keep it up, 

Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
Mind the music, keep the step, 

And with the girls be handy. 

And there we see a thousand men, 

As rich as Squire David; 
And what they wasted every day, 

I wish it could be saved. 

The 'lasses eaten there, each day, 
Would keep a house a winter: 

They have so much, that I'll be bound 
They eat when they're a mind to. 



T4 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAEEB. 

And there we see a swamping gw^ 
Large as a log of maple, 

Upon a deuced little cart, 
A load for father's cattle. 

And every time they shoot it off, 
It takes a horn of powder. 

And makes a noise like father's gtt, 
Only a nation louder. 

I went as nigh to one myself 
Ab Siah's underpinning; 

And father went as nigh again, 
I thought the deuce was in him. 

And cousin Simon grew so bold 
I thought he would have cocked it 

It scared me so I shrinked it off, 
And hung by father's pocket. 

And Captain Davis had a gun, 
He kind of clapt his hand on't, 

And stuck a crooked stabbing iron 
Upon the little end on't. 

And there I see a pumpkin shell 
As big as mother's basin; 

And every time they touched it off, 
They scampered like the nation. 

I see a little barrel, too, 

The heads were made of leather; 

They knocked upon't with little cruhf 
And called the folks together. 

And there was Captain Washington 
Upon a strapping stallion, 

A-givkg orders to his men; 
I guess there was a million. 

And then the feathers on his hat, 
They looked so tarnal fine, 

I wanted pockily to get 
To give to my Jemima. 

■ *' 



SHE DIME CENTEXNIAL SPEAKER 

And there they'd fife away like fun, 
And play on cornstalk fiddles, 

And some had ribbons red as blood 
All wound about their middles. 

The troopers, too, would gallop up; 

And fire right in their faces; 
It scared me almost half to death 

To see them run such races. 

It scared me so I hooked it off, 
Nor stopped, as I remember. 

Nor turned about, till I got home 
And safe in mother's chamber. 



WOLFE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMT.* 

I congratulate you, my brave countrymen, s:sd fellow 
idlers, on the spirit and success with which you have exe- 
cuted this important part of our enterprise. The formida- 
ble Flights of Abraham are now surmounted;^ and the city of 
Quebec, the object of all our toils, now stands in full view 
before us. 

A perfidious enemy who have dared to exasperate you 
by their cruelties, but not to oppose you on equal ground\ 
are now constrained to face you on the open plain, without 
mm parts or entrenchments to shelter them. , 

You know too well the forces which compose their armv 
is dread their superior numbers. A few regular troops 
trom old France, weakened by hunger and sickness, wlw 
when fresh were unable to withstand British soldiers, *2* 
thnr General's chief dependence. 

Those numerous companies of Canadians, insolent, mutin 
ous, unsteady, and ill disciplined, have °xercised his utmost 
skill to keep them together to this time; ana as soon as theii 
irregular ardor is damped by one firm fire, they will in- 
stantly turn their backs and give you no further trouble but 
in the pursuit. 

• Spoken to his army just prior to the assault on Quebec in whie} 1 t2tf 
brave General perished. Wolfe -was born A. D. 1726— died 1789. 



TS THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

As for those savage tribes of Indians, whose horrid yeflfl 
in the forests have struck many a bold heart with affright, 
terrible as they are with the tomahawk and seal ping-knife 
to a flying and prostrate foe, you have experienced how 
little their ferocity is to be dreaded by resolute men, upon 
fai r and open ground. You can now only consider them as 
Q** just objects of a severe revenge for the unhappy fate o' 
■Hft&y slaughtered countrymen. 

This day puts it into your power to terminate the fatigue 
of a siege which has so long employed your courage ana 
patience. Possessed with a full confidence of the certain 
success which British valor must gain over such enemies, 
I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks; only 
solicitous to show you the foe within your reach. 

The impossibility of a retreat makes no difference in the 
situation of men resolved to conquer or die; and believe 
me, my friends, if your conquest could be bought with 
the blood of your General, he would most cheerfully resign 
a life which he has long devoted to his country. 



WATCHING FOR MONTGOMERY.— T. G. Harbaugh. 

[General Richard Montgomery was killed before Quebec, Dec. Stet 
1775, and fifty years later his remains were brought to his native State 
(New York) and interred with pomp befitting his rank and services,] 

On the beauteous banks of Hudson, 

In Astarte's lambent light, 
Stands a woman — lonely watcher — 

Gazing northward in the night. 
And the wavelets, tipped with silver, 

Kiss the palisaded shore; 
She is wal ihing for her hero, 

Who will come to her no moret 

When he left her hair was golden, 

Silver threads are on it now; 
Dim her eyes have grown with watching, 

There are wrinkles on her brow» 



nCR DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. f§ 

Still she sees him as he left her 
With his sword to make men free; 

Echoes still his latest whisper: 

"Thou shalt never blusi* for meP 

She has heard the dreadful tidings 

From the cold St. Lawrence borne; 
He has fallen like a soldier 

On the battle-field forlorn. 
Now the snows of northern winter 

Fall, the hero's bier to deck; 
And the sword he drew for freedom 

Broken lies before Quebec! 

Etill she watches by the river 

Flowing southward to the sea, 
With a wifely faith and patience, 

For her brave Montgomery. 
Surely he must come to greet her, 

She again must see him float 
Down the Hudson's laughing watertj 

That have often kissed his boat! 

Lonely watcher, seek thy pillow, 

Leave the Hudson's moonlit wa*e$ 
Like a child thy love will slumber 

In his cold Canadian grave. 
Not forever ! in the future, 

To the tolling of the bell, 
Thou shalt weep above thy hero, 

in the State he loved so waii I 



78 THE DIME CKNTEKNIAL SFKAKKR. 

THE NATIONAL ENSIGN. —Eev. A. P. Putnam. 

What precious associations cluster around our flag! Not 
alone have our fathers set up this banner in the name of God 
over the well-won battle-fields of the Revolution, and over the 
cities and towns which they rescued from despotic rule; but 
think where also their descendants have carried it, and raise 
H ; o conquest or protection! Through what clouds of dus* 
l&J smoke has it passed — what storms of shot or shell — v, \% 
jcei es of fire and blood! Not alone at Saratoga, at Mon 
mouth, and at Yorktown, but at Lund} r 's Lane and New 
Orleans, at Buena Vista and Chapultepec. It is the same 
glorious old flag which, inscribed with the djing words of 
Lawrence — " Don't give up the ship!" — was hoisted on Lake 
Erie by Commodore Perry just on the eve of his great naval 
victory — the same old flag which our great chieftain bore in 
triumph to the proud city of tne Aztecs, and planted upon 
the hights of her national palace. Brave hands raised it 
above the eternal regions of ice in the Arctic seas, and have 
set it up on the summits of the lofty mountains in the dis- 
tant West. Where nas it not gone, the pride of its friends 
and the terror of its foes? What countries and what seas 
has it not visited? Where has not the American citizen been 
able to stand beneath its guardian folds and defy the world? 
With what joy and exultation seamen and tourists have gazed 
upon its stars and stripes, read in it the history of their na- 
tion's glory, received from it the full sense of security, and 
drawn from it the inspirations of patriotism! By it, how 
many have sworn fealty to their country. 

What burst of magnificent eloquence it has called forth 
f i .iui Webster and from Everett! What lyric strains o 
pufrtry from Drake and Holmes! How many heroes its fold 
ka?e covered in death! How many have lived for it, an/ 
feow many have died for it! Wherever that flag has gone, 
it has been a herald of a better day — it has been the pledge 
of freedom, of justice, of order, of civilization, and of 
Christianity. Tyrants only have hated it, and the enemies 
of mankind alone have trampled it to the earth. All who 
sigh for the triumph of truth and righteousness lore and 
i&lute it 



tfKK DIME CENTENNIAL ffiPfcAStEB. % 

9®D SAVE THE UNION. —George D. PrenUm 

God has made 
A wilderness of worlds; his will, and strong 
Creative spirk, shook ten thousand worlds, 
Like golden dewdrops, from his waving wing, 
To roll in beauty through abysmal space, 
And chant the chorus of his love divine. 

He made the Milky Way to span the sky, 
A pearly bow of promise, every, drop, 
That sparkles there, a singing, shining world! 
He woke the music of the Northern Harp, 
The wild, weird chiming of the Pleiades — 
And bade the arches of a Southern sphere 
Steverberate their hallelujahs high. 

The mighty One 
Who sweeps the lyre of Ages, and command* 
The praises of ten thousand singing worlds, 
Creates the stars of Union, and attunes 
The lofty heart of freedom . . . shall we, 
Proud children of the brave, the free, 
Behold our banner, blazoned by the breath 
Of glory, sullied by a slave f — our stars 
Of Union tossing wildly to and fro 
Upon the wave of faction, as they were 
But shining shadows, not eternal orbs, 
Forever circling through the boundless heaven 
Of everlasting purpose? — or shall w T e 
Hear Dissolution sounded and forbear 
To brand the traitor hearts that dare forget 
The bond for which our fathers fought and bhuJf 
Cursed be the traitors — double, trebly doomed! 
The pit of Discord for her victims yawns, 
Then, back recoiling, shudders to receive 
Their hearts — a fouler and a fiercer hell! 

God save the Union! Give the dawning year 
This proud baptismal anthem — let its last 
Dissolving sigh be — Union undissolved! 
^ew States, with starry erablemg one by oswfc 



Tttl DtMU CEHTfcNNlAL SPSAKK*. 

Come stealing through the Future's twilight dim. 

Like orbs of evening from its dusky sky, 

To take their place at last with those that tiead 

Their high, unwearied, and unwearying round 

Before the golden gates and battlements 

Of Paradise. The harp of Liberty 

Shall sound amain, till Death himself expire; 

Till God has made us free, immortally, 

And Time is dust upon his broken Lyre! 

Thrice raptured moment! — if all blessed like thee 

Are Heaven's bright centuries, how brief will be 

Its countless ages of Eternity! 



OUR NATAL DAY. — Daniel Webster. 
This is that day of the year which announced to mankind 
the great fact of American Independence! This fresh and 
brilliant morning blesses our vision with another beholding 
of the birth-day of our nation; and we see that nation, of re 
cent origin, now among the most considerable and powerful, 
•nd spreading over the continent from sea to sea. 

"Westward the course of empire takes its way 
The four first acts already past, 
A fifth shall close the drama with the day- 
Time's noblest offspring is the last." 
On the ^y of the Declaration of Independence, our illus- 
trious fathers performed the first scene in the last great act 
of this drama; one, in real importance, infinitely exceeding 
that for which the great English poet invoked 
• A muse of fire, 
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, 
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene." 
ite Muse mspfring our fathers was the Genius of Liberty, 
%l on fire with a sense of oppression, and a resolution to 
throw it off; the whole world was the stage, and higher 
character? than princes trod it; and, instead of monarchs, 
countries, and nations, and the age, beheld the swelling scene. 
How well the characters were cast, and how well each acted 
his part, and what emotions the whole performance excited, 
let history, now and hereafter, tej 



faa DIME CENTEKSlAL SPEAKEft. £1 

- On the Fourth of July, 1776, the representatives of the 
United States of America, in Congress assembled, declared 
that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free 
and independent States. This declaration, made by most 
patriotic and resolute men, trusting in the justice of their 
cause, and the protection of Heaven — and yet made not with* 
out deep solicitude and anxiety — has now stood for sev< u\y 
five j r ears, and still stands. It was sealed in blood. It b 
met dangers, and overcome them; it has had enemies, a* 
conquered them; it has had detractors, and abashed them all; 
it has had doubting friends, but it has cleared all doubts 
away; and now, to-day, raising its august form higher than 
the clouds, twenty millions of people contemplate it with 
hallowed love, and the world beholds it, and the consequences 
which have followed from it, with profound admiration. 

This anniversary animates, and gladdens, and unites, all 
American hearts. On other days of the year we may be 
party men, indulging in controversies more or less important 
to the public good; we may have likes and dislikes, and we 
may maintain our political differences, often with warm, and 
sometimes with angry feelings. But to-day we are Americana 
all; and all nothing but Americans. As the great luminary 
over our heads, dissipating mists and fogs, now cheers the 
whole hemisphere, so do the associations connected with this 
day disperse all cloudy and sullen weather in the minds and 
feelings of true Americans. Every man's heart swells within 
him, every man's port and bearing becomes somewhat more 
proud ami lofty, as he remembers that so many years 
have rolled away, and thatthe great inheritance of liber'v is 
still his; his, undiminished and unimpaired; his, in all !*j 
ariginal glory; his to enjoy, his to protect. \nd liis 'o traas? 
aiil to future generations. 



THE TWENTY-SECOND OF FEBRUARY.*— Tlit Scum 

Gentlemen, a most auspicious omen salutes and cheers us, 
this day. This day is the anniversary of the birth of Wash- 
ington. Washington's birthday is celebrated from one end 
©f this land to the other. The whole atmosphere of the couar 

*To bo recited od Washington's UirtJadaj. 



id THE DLME OK-NTKNmAL EPtfAKKR. 

try Is this day redolent of his principles — the hills, $ n *ks, 
the groves, the vales, and the rivers, shout their pralst ^ and 
resound with his fame. All the good, whether learner", or 
unlearned, high or low, rich or poor, feel this day that there 
is one treasure common to them all; and that is the fame ol 
Washington. They all recount his deeds, ponder ovei hi» 
principles and teachings, and resolve to be more asd inort 
guided by them in the future. 

To the old and the young, to all born in this land, *nd \% 
bii whose preferences have led them to make it the home o! 
their adoption, Washington is an exhilarating theme. Amer- 
icans are proud of his character; all exiles from f oreigi shores 
are eagei to participate in admiration of him; and it is true 
that he is, this day, here, everywhere, all over the world, 
more an object of regard than on any former day s»nce his 
birth. 

Gentlemen, by his example, and under the guidance of hia 
precepts, will we and our children uphold the Constitution. 
Under his military leadership, our fathers conquered their 
ancient enemies; and, under the outspread banner of his 
political and constitutional principles, will we conquer now. 
To that standard we shall adhere, and uphold it, through evil 
report and good report. We will sustain it, and meet death 
itself, if it come; we will ever encounter and defeat error, \>y 
day and by .night, in light or in darkness — thick darkness- - 
if it come, till 

" Danger's troubled night is o'er, 
And the star cf peace return." 



NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD.— Isaac McLean, Jr. 
44 1 shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts ; shl 
peeds none. There she is; behold her, and judge for yoar 
pelves. There is her history The world knows it by hea*** 
The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, 
And Lexington, and Bunkej Hill; and there they will remain 
forever. The bones of her sons, falling in the great struggle 
for independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every 
titate, from New England to Georgia; and there they will 
remain forever." — Webster's Speech. 

New England's dead! New England'* deadl 

On every hill they lie, 
Da every field of strife made red 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPE. 

Each valley, where the battle poured 

Its red and awful tide, 
Beheld the brave New England sword 

With slaughter deeply dyed. 
Their bones are on the northern hill, 

And on the southern plain, 
By brook and river, lake and rill, 

And by the roaring main. 

The land is holy where they fought, 

And holy where they fell; 
For by their blood that land was bougkfcg 

The land they loved so well. 
Then glory to that valiant band, 
The honored saviors of the land! 
Oh! few and weak their numbers were— » 

A handful of brave men; 
But to their God they gave their prayer. 

And rushed to battle then. 
The God of battles heard their cry, 
And sent to them the victory. 

They left the ploughshare in the mould, 

Their flocks and herds without a fold, 

The sickle in the unshorn grain, 

The corn, half garnered, on the plain, 

And mustered, in their simple dress, 

For wrongs to seek a stern redress. 

To right those wrongs, come weal, come w^ 

To perish, or o'ercome their foe. 

And where are ye, oh fearless men? 

And where are ye to-day? 
[ call: — the hills reply again 

That ye have passed away; 
That on old Bunker's lonely hight, 

In Trenton, and in Monmouth ground, 
The grass grows green, the harvest hrighlt 

Above parh soldier's mound. 



DIME CENTENNIAL SP 



The bugle's wild and warlike blast 

Shall muster them no more; 
An army now might thunder past, 

And they not heed its roar. 
The starry flag, 'neath which they fought, 

In many a bloody day, 
From their old graves shall rouse them not, 

For they have passed away. 



REPEAL! REPEAL! — Lard Chatham. — (1775) 

Sir, what foundation have we for our claims over America! 
What is our right to persist in such cruel and vindictive 
measures against that loyal, respectable people? They say 
you have no right to tax them without their consent. They 
say truly. Representation and taxation must go together; 
they are inseparable. Yet there is scarcely a man in our 
streets, though so poor as scarcely to be able to get his daily 
bread, but thinks he is the legislator of America! In the last 
Parliament, all was anger — all was rage. Sine clade victoria, 
was the cry! The Americans were abused, misrepresented, 
and traduced, in the most atrocious manner, in order 1 ) give 
a color to, and urge on the most precipitate, unjust, cruel, 
and vindictive measures that ever disgraced a nation. Bui 
how have this respectable people behaved under all their 
grievances? With unexampled patience, with unparalleled 
wisdom! 

I know, sir, that no one will avow that he advised, v ihW 
He was the author of these measures; every one shrink* ,tn4H 
' le charge. But somebody has advised his majesty to ih&m 
neasures; and if his majesty continues to hear such efH 
counselors, his majesty will be undone. He may, Ladled, 
wear his crown, but, the American jewel out of it, it will not 
be worth the wearing. What more shall I say? I must not 
gay the king is betrayed; but this I will say, the kingdom is 
raised! 

Repteai, therefore, my lords! But bare repeal will not h* 
ino-i^h, I* W *U oot satisfy this enlightened and spirited 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAEEB, 8* 

people. What! repeal a bit of paper! repeal a piece of 
parchment! That alone will not do, my lords. You must 
go through the work; you must declare you have no right to 
tax. Then they may trust you. Then they will have some 
confluence in you. You must repeal their fears and resent- 
ments, and then you may hope for their love and gratitude. 
There is no time to be lost. Every moment is big with 
■sogers While I am speaking, the decisive blow may be 
^ick and millions involved in the consequence. The very 
.i-st drop of blood will make a wound which years, perhaps 
ages, may not heal. It will be an immedicabi-le vulnus ; a 
rancorous, malignant, corroding, incurable wound! 

Sir I would not encourage America to proceed beyond the 
true line. I reprobate all acts of violence. But when her 
inherent constitutional rights are invaded, then I own myself 
an American; and, feeling myself such, shall, to the verge 
of my life, vindicate those rights against all men who strive 
to trample on or oppose them! 



THE TRUE HEROES.— Choate. 

The great contest which resulted in national independence, 
was a contest between power and principle — authority and 
liberty. England and America were not alone interested in 
its results. It concerned universal man, and upon the char- 
acter of the contest mankind has pronounced its irreversible 
verdict for the cause of America. British ministers and 
hereditary statesmen, smiled upon by the king and applauded 
by the people, flushed with the arrogance of assured power, 
Wgarded with disdainful contempt the humble leaders of 
popular liberty in America, whose names were hardly known 
tc the haughty chiefs that wielded the mighty power, and 
commanded for the purposes of conquest and subjugation 
the vast resources of the British Empire. But with each 
revolving year the names of these arrogant British chiefs are 
passing from the recollection of mankind, and their fame is 
growing more dim and obscure; with each passing year 
the Same of the leaders of the cause of popular liberty is 



86 THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 

America is steadily brightening. The leaders who shaped 
the policy of America received, while living, the grateful 
homage of an admiring country, and a grateful people called 
them into positions of trust and honor under the govern- 
ment they had founded — the ministers and statesmen of 
England were ignobly forced from power, with the loss of 
public confidence, and they sunk into retirement with the 
maledictions of the people resting upon their names. America 
applauds the deeds and .cherishes the fame of her leaders 
in that contest — England strives to forget the deeds of her 
leaders, and neglects their fame. While America, to-day, 
utters the names of Washington and Franklin, Adams and 
Jefferson, Otis and Henry, Quincy, Jay, Warren, Sherman, 
Hancock, Samuel Adams, and their illustrious associates, 
with affectionate regard and profound reverence — England, 
if she recalls at all the dimmed names of North, Gren- 
ville, Grafton, Dartmouth, Sandwich, Wedderburn, and their 
haughty compeers, she reproaches their memories with the 
folly and maduess which lost America to the British Empire. 
America remembers and hallows even the battle-fields of de- 
feat, for the blood of her sons, who fell on those lost fields, 
was shed for freedom and independence; England strives not 
to remember even her battle-fields of victory, for they were 
won in support of a lost cause, and brought neither power 
nor glory. 



OLD IRONSIDES. — 0. W. Holmes. 
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! 

Long has it waved on high; 
And many an eye has danced to see 

That banner in the sky: 
Beneath it rung the battle-shout, 

And burst the cannon's roar; — 
The meteor of the ocean air 

Shall sweep the clouds no more! 

Her deck — once red with heroes' blood, 
Where knelt the vanquished foe, 

When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, 
And waves' were white below— 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEASLEK. 

No more shall feel the victor's tread. 
Or know the conquered knee; 

The harpies of the shore shall pluck 
The eagle of the sea! 

Oh! better that her shattered hulk 

Should sink beneatn the wave: 
Eer thunders shook the mighty deep. 

And there should he her grave; 
Kail tc the mast her holy flag, 

Set every threadbare sail 
Ajid give her to the god of storms, 

The lightning and the gale! 



OUR GIFTS TO HISTORY.—*?. 0. Verplantk. 

The study of the history of most other nations, fills tm 
mmd with sentiments not unlike those which the American 
traveler feels, on entering the venerable and lofty cathedral 
of some proud old city of Europe. Its solemn grandeur, its 
Fastness, its obscurity, strike awe to his heart. From the 
richly painted windows, filled with sacred emblems, and 
strange, antique forms, a dim religious light falls around. A 
thousand recollections of romance and poetry, and legendary 
story, come thronging in upon him He is surrounded by 
the tombs of the mighty dead, rich with the labors of ancient 
art, and emblazoned with the pomp of heraldry. 

What names does he read upon them? Those of priuees 
and nobles who are now remembered 07\ly for their vic?f ; 
\n."i of sovereigns, at whose death no tears were shed, sn$ 
•chose memories lived not an hour in the affections of th^ 
people. Ther'., too, he sees other names, long familiar ♦•« 
him for their guilty or ambiguous fame. There rest, the 
blood-stained soldier of fortune — the orator, who was ever 
the ready apologist of tyranny — the great scholars, who were 
the pensioned flatterers of power, and poets, who profaned 
the high gift of genius to pamper the vices of a corrupted 
court. 

Our crsns history, on the contrary, like that poetical templa 



m 1*S DIME CBNTEH1TCAL BP&AJt&L 

of lame, reared by the imagination of Chaucer, and decor- 
ated by the taste of Pope, is almost exclusively dedicated to 
the memory 01 the truly great. Or rather, like the Pantheon 
of Rome, it stands in calm and severe beauty, amid the ruins 
of ancient magnificence, and the "toys ol modern state." 
Within, no idle ornament encumbers its bold simplicity. 
The pure light of heaven enters from above, and sh«ls aw 
v muI and serene radiance around. As the ej r e wanders ibo»4 
v extent, it beholds the unadorned monuments of brave *At 
#v~i men, who have greatly bled or toiled for their country, 
or it rests on votive tablets, inscribed with the names of the 
best benefactors of mankind. 

" Patriots are here, in Freedom's battles slain, 
Priests, whose long lives were closed without a 
Bards worthy Him who breathed the poet's mind, 
Pounders of arts that dignify mankind, 
And lovers of our race, whose labors gave 
Their names a memory that defies the grave.'* 

Doubtless, this is a subject upon which we may be justly 
proud. But there is another consideration, which if it did 
not naturally arise of itself, would be pressed upon us by the 
taunts of European criticism. 

What, it is asked, has this nation done to repay the world 
foi the benefits we have received from others? 

Is it nothing for the universal good of mankind to have 
carried into successful operation a system of self-government, 
uniting personal liberty, freedom of opinion, and equality oi 
rights, with national power and dignity; such as had before 
existed only in the Utopian dreams of philosophers? Is it 
nothing, in moral science, to have anticipated, in sober reality, 
*Mimerous plans of reform in civil and criminal jurispru- 
dence, which are, but now, received as plausible theories by 
file politicians and economists of Europe? Is it nothing to 
have been able to call forth, on every emergency, either in 
war or peace, a body of talents always equal to the difficulty? 
'Is it nothing to have, in less than half a century, exceedingly 
Improved the sciences of political economy, of law, and of 
medicine, with all their auxiliary branches; to have enriched 
human knowledge by the accumulation of a great mass ol 
useful facts and observations, and to have augmented lbs 



DIMS CEKtENMAt SPSAXfcR. 8S 

p«wei and the comforts of civilized man, by miracles of me* 
chanical invention? Is it nothing to have given the world 
examples of disinterested patriotism, of political wisdom, of 
public virtue; of learning, eloquence, and valor, never exerted 
save for some praiseworthy end? It is sufficient to have 01 it fly 
suggested these considerations: every mind would anticipate 
jL a . in filling up the details. 

No — Land of Liberty! thy children have no cause to b rat 
for thee. What! though the arts have reared few monu 
meuts among us, and scarce a trace of the Muse's footstrp is 
found in the paths of our forests, or along the banks of our 
rivers; yet our soil has been consecrated by the blood of 
zeroes, and by great and holy deeds of peace. Its wide ex- 
tent has become one vast temple, and hallowed asylum, sancti- 
fied by the prayers and blessings of the persecuted of every 
sect, and the wretched of all nations. 

Land of Refuge — Land of Benedictions! Those prayers 
still arise, and they still are heard: "May peace be within 
thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces!" "May 
where be no decay, no leading into captivity, and no complain- 
ing in thy streets!" "May truth flourish out of the eartb, 
and "-l^bteoiisness -°°k down from heaven!" 



" UNCLE SAM'S A HUNDRED." 

Oh, ye Powers! what a roar. 
Such was never heard before — 
Thundering from shore to shore: 
" Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 

Cannon boom and trumpets bray, 
Fiddles squeak and fountains plsy— 
*Tis his great Centennial day — 
" Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 

Stalwart men and puny boys, 
Maids and matrons swell the noist, 
Brery baby lifts its voice: 

* Upcle Rr»m's a hundred!" 



THE DIME CEKTEKKIAL SF&AKK&. 



Nervous folks who dote on quiet, 
Through they're half distracted by f£, 
Can't help mixing in the riot: 
" Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 

Brutes that walk and birds that Sy> 
On the earth or in the sky, 
Toin the universal cry: 

11 Uncle Sam's a hundred 1" 

Well, suppose he is — what then? 
Don't let's act like crazy men. 
Must we take to fooling when 
" Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 

There he stands — our modern SaaS*-~* 
Head and shoulders above all; 
Yet, (i Pride goes before a fall,'" 

E'en though one's a hundred 

"■ What's a hundred in our day?" 

Foreign Uncle Sams will say; 
K Let us sit and watch and play — 
He is but a hundred. 

i Granted he's a shapely youth — 
Fair and ruddy — } r et forsooth! 
He's too young — and that's the tnrtfel 
Only just a hundred. 

u When he's twice as old, pardie! 
'Twill be easier to foresee 
What will be his destiny. 

Now he's but a hundred. 

8 When he's played his boyish pranfei 
Should he seek to join our ranks 
We'll reflect. But now — no thanls^i 
Why, he's but a hundred!" 

Yes, our uncle's years are few; 
He is young — the charge is true; 
lM us keep the fact in view, 

Though he counts a. hundred 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SFEASB3L BS. 

Don't let's tempt him to ignore 
Warnings that, have gone before; 
Perils both by sea and shore, 
Now that he's a hundred. 

Let us strive with earnest heazt 
Each of us to do his part, 
So that he may 'scape the smart, 
Seeing he's a hundred. 

And with solemn, grateful thought 
Of the deeds that he has wrought, 
Guided, cherished, favored, taught, 
Till he's reached a hundred. 

Let us, as we vaunt his worth, 
Mingle soberness with mirth, 
While we shout to all the earth.' 
" Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 



CENTSt&NLAL ORATION.*— Henry Armitt Brown. 

The conditions of life are always changing, and the exped- 
ience of the fat] vers is rarely the experience of the sons. Thf 
temptations which are trying us are not the temptations which 
beset their footsteps, nor the dangers which threaten our path- 
way the danger? which surrounded them. These men were 
few in number; we are many. They were poor, but we are 
rir.h. They we*e weak, but we are strong. What is it, 
ecuntrymen, th/».t we need to-day? Wealth? Behold it u 
fi'T, hands. Power? God hath given it j^ou. Liberty? I 
b kui birthri/riit. Peace? It dwells amongst you. Yo 
k?ve a Government founded in the hearts of men, built bj 
the people for the common good. You have a land flowing 
with milk and hone} r ; your homes are happy, your workshops 
busy, you*- barns are full. The school, the railway, the tele- 
graph, the printing-press, have welded you together into one. 
Descend those mines that honeycomb the hills! Behold that 

* From the oration delivered upon the occasion of the Centennial Ac 
niversary of the nie«ting of the first Colonial Congress in Oarpanter'a 
Hall, Philadelphia 



H TEX DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER, 

commerce whitening every sea! Stand by yon gates and set 
mat multitude pour trough them from the corners of the 
earth, grafting the qualities of older stocks upon one stem 
mingling the blood of many races in a common stream, and 
swelling the rich volume of our English speech with varied 
music from an hundred tongues. You have a 'ong and g'.ori- 
"us history, a past glittering with heroic deeds, an ance*"*"! 
11 of lofty and unperishable examples. You have paat** 
irough danger, endured privation, been acquainted w\th s& 
t dw, been tried by suffering. You have journeyed in safety 
through the wilderness and crc«sed in triumph the Red Sea 
of civil strife, and the foot of Him who .«d you hath not 
faltered nor the light of His countenance been turned away. 
It is a question for us now, not of the founding of a new 
government, but of the preservation of one already old; not 
of the formation of an independent power, but of the purifi- 
cation of a nation's life; not of the conquest of a foreign foe, 
but of the subjection of ourselves. The capacity of man to 
.rule himself is to be proven in the days to come, not by the 
greatness of his wealth; not by his valor in the field; not by 
the extent of his dominion, nor by the splendoi of his genius. 
The dangers of to-day come from within. The worship of 
self, the love of power, the lust for gold, the weakening of 
faith, the decay of public virtue, the lack of private worth — 
these are the perils which threaten our future; these are the 
enemies we have to fear; these are the traitors which infest 
the camp ; and the danger was far less when Cataline knocked 
with his army at the gates of Rome, than when he sat smil- 
ing in the Senate House. "We see them daily face to face; 
: n the walk of virtue; in the road to wealth; in the path to 
ftunor; on the way to happiness. There is no peace between 
tern and our safety. Nor can we avoid them and turn back. 
»t \s not enough to rest upon the past. No man or nation 
can oUxnJ still. We must mount upward or go down. We 
must grow worse cff better. T t is the Eternal law — we can 
not change it. 

The country that is opening is all our own. The years 
UuU lie before us are a virgin page. We can inscribe them 
■ft ire will. The future of our country rests upon us; the 



THE DIME CENTENNIAL SPEAKER. 93 

happiness of posterity depends upon us. The fate of hu- 
manity may be in our hands. That pleading voice, choked 
with the sobs of ages, which has so often spoken to deaf ears, 
is lifted up to us. It asks us to be brave, benevolent, con« 
sistent, true to the teachings of our history, proving " divine 
descent by worth divine." It asks us to be virtuous — build- 
ing up public virtue by private worth; seeking that righteous- 
ness which exalteth nations. It asks us to be patriotic — lov- 
ing our country before all other things; her happiness our 
happiness, her honor ours, her fame our own. It asks us, 
in the name of justice, in the name of charity, in the name 
of freedom, in the name of God. 

My countrymen, this anniversary has gone by forever, and 
my task is done. While I have spoken, the hour has passed 
from us; the hand has moved upon the dial, and the old 
century is dead. The American Union hath endured an 
hundred years* Here on this threshold of the future, the 
voice of humanity shall not plead to us in vain. There shall 
be darkness in the days to come; danger for our courage; 
temptation for our virtue; doubt for our faith; suffering for 
our fortitude. A thousand shall fall before us, and tens of 
thousands at our right hand. The years shall pass beneath 
our feet, and century follow century in quick succession. 
The generations of men shall come and go; the greatness of 
yesterday shall be forgotten; to-day and the glories of this 
noon shall vanish before to-morrow's sun; but America shall 
not perish, but endure while the spirit of our father's ani- 
mates their sons. 



THE END. 



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